Now I know how to get her riled up [MF]

As I climb into bed, she’s lying down in just a white T-shirt with no bottoms on. My eyes wander over her waist and ass and instantly, I want her.

I snuggle up next to her, sneaking one arm under her T-shirt, feeling the softness of her breasts while kissing her neck.

I’m not feeling it today babe, she counters, maybe in the morning. I kiss her forehead and invite her to lie on my chest while my raging hard on persists.

Normally I can just go to sleep and wait for a morning romp but my unruly cock needed a rub out tonight and it couldn’t wait.

“Oh, go on” she purrs sleepily as she I announced my intention to empty my horny frustrations. So she’s cradled in my arm, while my free arm, opens the bedside drawer for lube and goes to work.

My cock is now slathered in lube, as I lay my head back on the pillow and stroke myself, slowly, the slurping sounds of wetness interrupting the silence. My eyes are half closed as my hands slide all the way up the shaft, and I enveloping my throbbing dick in its grip with a small circular motion when I get to the head and back down again.

My edging revenge [MF]

The best stories start from the middle and in the middle of this story about one of my exs, her clit is between my lips, she’s stretching, she can’t help it, that’s her tell. Starts with her thighs, they tense up, then her upper body does the same and this is where she should cum.

That’s when I stop and tell her we start all over again.

Speaking of starting in the middle, I’m in the middle of eating her pussy when I decide the fact my revenge, I’ll tell you that story another time and then, I’ll actually start from the beginning, but in a few words, I’d never been edged before, she edged me and made me beg profusely to cum. I was only returning the favour.

So I’m eating her out, she likes her clit stimulated directly, firm strokes with the tip of the tongue at first.

“Flick me” is how she tells me to go down on her

But what really gets her juices flowing is sucking on her clit. She can’t stand that in the beginning, no, it’s later.

My girlfriend loved the fuck out of me. [MF]

I’m sitting in the recliner, she comes in to say she’s going to the gym. She’s in a gym crop top and stretch pants.

I’m a boobs man, more so than an ass man. But there’s something erotically unsettling about a toned midriff on a woman. And when like my girlfriend, there’s a navel ring thrown in there, that exposed belly becomes my sexual Achilles heel. I’ll die there.

So normally I’d fuck her. I wouldn’t even say anything. Lusty stare, feeble protests from her, kiss her belly while she laughs loudly initially then stops laughing when I kiss lower and lower. Get her wet enough and then fuck her against a wall.

Today there was going to be no fucking. Several times that week we tried to have sex and I just couldn’t stay hard. Was playing snooker with a rope. Shit week at work, plus some other personal trouble I told myself it was. Surely I shouldn’t be having dick troubles in my 30s. The last time we tried was painful. I ate her out and she came but was squirming, restless, submissively whimpering, staring at me with pleading fuck me eyes.