Out of order publication.
Dear all who read my ramblings.
Owing to the news of my miscarriage being published out of sequence, it appears I didn’t take a break after all.
In any event, I find writing about my sex life therapeutic. No, I’m not feeling wonderful as you can imagine, but life goes on, and sitting around in a darkened room moping wasn’t helping.
Anyway, as Emily tactfully (not) pointed out “You always were a horny bitch, and you’ll die a horny bitch. Get back on the fucking horse…..bitch.” (Bless her!)
Now, might I take this opportunity to thank everyone for their kind remarks and comments. I really do appreciate them and yes, they really do help.
Also, as some have pointed out “You don’t write about you and Emily much (if at all).” Quite right, I don’t. Emily is my wife, and mostly what we do together is private and, even by my standards, pretty wild! Some of it is far too much for the good folk at ST. I’m not a paid member, and we’re I to write some of the things we enjoy, I’m sure they’d be classified in the “Too Hot For Solo Touch” category, which would mean I couldn’t then read my own stuff.
Emily is coming around to ST, I think. For now though, you’ll have to be content with knowing our sex life is a spectrum with unspeakably loving and tender at one end, and bordering on violent at the other. There is also….hmmm….what to call it……well, let’s just say “water sports and more”. You can work it out from there.
Here, though, because you’ve asked, and because Emily okayed it, is an Emily story.
Love from afar.
She sits a way off in the freshly mown meadow. Even from here I can smell that light, fragrant, flowery smell of a freshly mown meadow which would only need a touch of musk for it to smell like an aroused vagina. Even just looking at her makes me wet. I never thought it possible to love someone like this. So utterly and completely.
I’m too far away to see, but if I was closer, I’d be able to see the “V” of her panties under her dress. Oh, wait, where are my binoculars? These things weigh a ton, but then they are Swiss-made with Zeiss lenses. Ah…that’s better. Oh, pale green today then.
In one fluid movement, she seems to simply lift her arms, and her dress comes off as if by magic. I can see her nipple studs. What a morning that was. Suddenly she decided she wanted to be like me and have two small gold studs in her nipples. I made the appointment and we went together. Watching a heavily tattooed man handle my wife’s ‘tits’ (her word) was insanely hot for me. She bore the pain silently only wincing slightly as he passed the cannula through her erect nipple. He had no idea that those nipples were erect because of me and the fingering I gave her in the car. Not to orgasm though. Oh no, that will come later.
We pay and she pulls her top on. No bra. We walk, hand in hand to the car in silence. I can sense her breathing though. It is deep. Aroused deep. She sits in the car and turns sideways to me. “For fucks sake! Finish me! “ I turn towards her and reach up her skirt and smile as I discover she is commando. It only takes, what, three minutes before she cums onto my fingers.
But this morning, I am far too far away from her to help. As I watch her knees part and she leans back on one elbow. Her left hand reaches between her legs and slowly she starts to masturbate. Part of me is filled with the impulse to run down there, to throw myself between her legs and bury my face in her wetness.
Then the penny drops. Of course she knows I’m watching! Of course shes doing this for me. Even so, I’m so fucking wet now. So wet, in fact, it reminds me of a few weeks ago. We were walking through the woods when she pulled me to her and we embraced and kissed, oh, so heart-achingly passionately before she kissed her way to my ear and whispered “Wet yourself for me.” Of course I complied. I realise, I am that wet now.
I watch as two fingers disappear inside her. Her “magic trick” as she calls it. Right at the beginning of our physical relationship we had been lying on her bed in her parents house when she announced, totally unromantically, that “Hey, I’m an amateur magician. Did you know? Watch. I’ll make these two fingers vanish right before your eyes.” And she did too! (Of course I came on them. So would you!)
She finger fucks herself for a while before withdrawing her fingers and licking them clean. I can almost taste her myself. Then it’s back to her clit. It doesn’t take long before her back arches and her head is thrown back. A long stream is ejected from between her legs followed by three more, each shorter than the last. I can’t hear her, but I know she’s screaming out there.
I am consumed with a desire for her to hurt me. I reach for a cane and, putting the binoculars back in their case, I leave the house and walk to the meadow. She won’t have to finger me, nor even touch my clit. A few perfectly aimed swipes of the cane will make me cum, and I have no doubt, my wetness with mingle with hers.
PS. I’ve written about watching others have sex, and being watched, but I’ve never made it personal. At some point, I’ll share Dani’s feeling about the first time she saw us doing each other.
Author:Wetgirl2 | Category: Masturbation Female Solo
