Why my husband and I are together: Tales of two lovestruck sex crazed geeks
So, If anyone were to ask why my husband has made such a diference in my life I'd tell them something about how we are perfect for eachother, how we complete one another, how I knew from day one I would spend the rest of my life with this man. (We've been together seven months, married one, and are still living in fear of real life. Don't mess with it.) Which is all good and sugary, but our relationship is so much more complex than that.
For starters I'm bipolar, he's got PTSD. We were both virgins when we met. We love Whedon. I'm a nympho, he's a guy. We're set. And as a final plus...I'm a sub, he's a dom.
Now last week we happened to be at a hotel, due to an insane LA trip that landed us both off our meds.But for a mere hundred and eighty four dollars we got the rare luxury of loud sex. Anyone who's doesn't live alone knows the restrictivity of quiet sex...it sucks xp And we we in LA, one night only, both drugless and unable to sleep.
So, there I was, no shit, we were both tired as hell, naked (because we hadn't packed clothes), and edgey. "I can't sleep." I told my husband, poking him. "Are you asleep?"
"No, I can't, I keep waking up." He whispered back at me.
I made a hmph noise and slid my hand up his bare chest "Wanna have sex?"
"OK."
I rolled up on my stomach. "I want you to fuck me hard."
"You wanna be fucked hard, huh?" He asked, rolling on top of me.
I nodded. "If you think you can." A challenge.
"Oh," He spread my legs, "I can." Husband pushed my shoulders down and pressed himself against my slickening entrance. I wrap my legs around his ass and thrust my hips up, taking him into me.
I let him take the lead, and he's not gentle, but he never is. I give encouraging moans, cause it's good. And keep thrusting up to meet him. I moan again and groan out "Fuck me harder."
We start an intense banter that is puncutated by thrusts, grinds, and teeth.
"You want more?" He bites my lower lip. "You want harder."
"Do you think you can get me off?" Yes, I'm trying to piss him off. Angry means harder.
"We both know the answer to that."
"Do we?" I groan. "Fucking prove it." I lean into his ear. "Harder."
He sits back and puts both hands on my breasts, twisting my nipples.
"GAH!" I sit up, he's still holding my breasts. Yeah, that's harder. He twisted and released my nipples, drawing LOUD moans and awkward contorsions from me. HE's saying something about how I'm his slut and I'm avidly agreeing. I feel myself start to lose it. I squeezed my muscles around him. "COME IN ME." I begged. And, in a few more fast thrusts, he did, I could feel his dick twitch insde me as he reached orgasm.
"How are you? Was that good for you?" He asked, his breathing resuming normal rythms. I sat back, almost crying. "What?"
"Do you hafta break chracter..?" I cried.
It clicked in his brian. "Right. Go clean yourself up."
I went into the bathroom and wipped myself off with a washcloth, than came back and crawled up the bed.
"May I lay with you?"
He looked at me, trying to decide where I was emotionally and if I needed more play. "No. Lay on the floor."
Egarly, I crawled to the floor to lay by his side of the bed...I'd push the limits, test the waters, but my master, my husband, can always be trusted to give me what I need.
Feedback?
For starters I'm bipolar, he's got PTSD. We were both virgins when we met. We love Whedon. I'm a nympho, he's a guy. We're set. And as a final plus...I'm a sub, he's a dom.
Now last week we happened to be at a hotel, due to an insane LA trip that landed us both off our meds.But for a mere hundred and eighty four dollars we got the rare luxury of loud sex. Anyone who's doesn't live alone knows the restrictivity of quiet sex...it sucks xp And we we in LA, one night only, both drugless and unable to sleep.
So, there I was, no shit, we were both tired as hell, naked (because we hadn't packed clothes), and edgey. "I can't sleep." I told my husband, poking him. "Are you asleep?"
"No, I can't, I keep waking up." He whispered back at me.
I made a hmph noise and slid my hand up his bare chest "Wanna have sex?"
"OK."
I rolled up on my stomach. "I want you to fuck me hard."
"You wanna be fucked hard, huh?" He asked, rolling on top of me.
I nodded. "If you think you can." A challenge.
"Oh," He spread my legs, "I can." Husband pushed my shoulders down and pressed himself against my slickening entrance. I wrap my legs around his ass and thrust my hips up, taking him into me.
I let him take the lead, and he's not gentle, but he never is. I give encouraging moans, cause it's good. And keep thrusting up to meet him. I moan again and groan out "Fuck me harder."
We start an intense banter that is puncutated by thrusts, grinds, and teeth.
"You want more?" He bites my lower lip. "You want harder."
"Do you think you can get me off?" Yes, I'm trying to piss him off. Angry means harder.
"We both know the answer to that."
"Do we?" I groan. "Fucking prove it." I lean into his ear. "Harder."
He sits back and puts both hands on my breasts, twisting my nipples.
"GAH!" I sit up, he's still holding my breasts. Yeah, that's harder. He twisted and released my nipples, drawing LOUD moans and awkward contorsions from me. HE's saying something about how I'm his slut and I'm avidly agreeing. I feel myself start to lose it. I squeezed my muscles around him. "COME IN ME." I begged. And, in a few more fast thrusts, he did, I could feel his dick twitch insde me as he reached orgasm.
"How are you? Was that good for you?" He asked, his breathing resuming normal rythms. I sat back, almost crying. "What?"
"Do you hafta break chracter..?" I cried.
It clicked in his brian. "Right. Go clean yourself up."
I went into the bathroom and wipped myself off with a washcloth, than came back and crawled up the bed.
"May I lay with you?"
He looked at me, trying to decide where I was emotionally and if I needed more play. "No. Lay on the floor."
Egarly, I crawled to the floor to lay by his side of the bed...I'd push the limits, test the waters, but my master, my husband, can always be trusted to give me what I need.
Feedback?