Author: TheHotwifey

I have a lot of trouble asking for what I want. I know exactly what it is I want for him to do. I can picture it so clearly, and can already feel in anticipation how lovely he will make me feel, knowing he always earns an A+.

I suppose because he is a fucking fantastic lover, I don’t really need to ask. But still…

Sometimes I am in the mood for him to hold my arms behind my back, firmly, so that I understand he is communicating (without words) that tonight I am his, and will be taking whatever he wants.

I think about leaning down while riding him and whispering in ear that I want him to beg me to not stop fucking him until he comes. He is always so kind to let me come as often as I want, I want him to demand, and hold me to it, that I can’t come until he does. Read more »

I originally posted this as a slutty confession, knowing as soon as my husband read it I would get exactly what I wanted. While it’s read more as a confession – know this is exactly what happened and it was as good as I imagined it to be, maybe even better since he added his own desires into the mix. That story coming up soon ?

I want to be explored while laying in my comfortable bed with a soft, velvety blanket wrapped around my body. Fuck the fact that covering up my body feels prude or the lie I tell myself that my husband might not think I’m sexy if I’m focusing on trying to stay worm. That I’m prioritizing my falsely perceived expectation of being cold blooded over my own personal comfort. I feel sexy when I am warm and cozy and I want to feel that way while you explore me.

I want to feel the blanket graze my nipples, as the weight of the blanket pulls against me, causing them to become ever so slightly erect. I want to feel your hand lightly run along my body, pausing every minute or so to trace your fingertips against my skin. Eventually, you will place your full hand on my body, cupping the warmth between your hand and my soft curves. Read more »