My face gets stuffed with cock.

The helmet of his cock is cradled in my mouth as I pulled back on a long stroke.

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Introducing TN, the photog.

He lavished me with attention and love. Canoodled with me, stroked my hair and face; complimented me like I was his. My face, my body, my tits.

Wherever I went, there he was within arm’s reach. Last night was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

He paused Die Hard 3, Samuel L. Jackson in mid- hilarious rant and led me to my room.

He shoved me
Loved me
Sunk into me

He hit me
Bit me
Enflamed me

He kissed me
Enlisted me
Destroyed me

His cock
It fucking split me

I bawled, both my face and my cunt. His fucking was so deliberate, all for me. His words, every syllable: mine.

On my back, connected only by his hand, he made me drench two towels. I begged and pleaded with him to stop, but he refused. The sheer amounts of ejaculate were nerve racking. He crooned to me, swore it was the hottest thing ever, assured me he loved it. I clung to him in hope and embarrassment.

The flat side of a hair brush lit my flanks; I submitted, gave it up, relished in his care and pain.

My orgasm tore threw me, his mouth captured my cries.

And then we returned to Samuel and Bruce; curled together on the couch, champagne never wasted, tits and cocks dipped and sipped.

I fell asleep to flickering lights, awoke to a shake and a chuckle, kisses.

Something has happened. I’m sure of it.

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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22 thoughts on “My face gets stuffed with cock.
  1. ~ Swoons ~  I waited up just in case. 

    “…Lord if I die before I wake,
    Thanks for TN’s cock in my face.”

      1. Well, you can always tie him to the balcony at lunch, to combat low light conditions, in interests of photography of course. :-)

        Thank you for the pictures! They are lovely. From the angle, TN took the picture? Which is way hot. This is his view. His hands on the camera, taking the photo for *us*. The context is hot.

        I should have kept my mouth shut in the first place. Little jabs of opinion and criticism can burst a person’s joy. If you haven’t felt that, then I have, and I feel bad for my part in it. You are a free spirit who has shared this virile, special, lovely man that you know. It has been a sexually charged, fun experience and you let us experience that with you. Thank you.

        1. Aw, thank you. I haven’t felt badly about anything you’ve shared. This has been a roller coaster and I’m grateful to have had company. Y’all get pissed at him when he does things you don’t like just like I do, but you don’t get the benefit of his kind looks, passionate kisses or sweet cock like I do that truly makes this all worth it for me.

          I feel confident when I say, I won’t regret any of this. Doing this with him has helped me get to this place of wanting to be loved! OMG! That in itself is a goddamned miracle :)

          So, please, always be as honest as you like with me. If anything, I feel bad for jerking you all around. xx Hy

      2. You are capable of living life with a joyousness that others aren’t. I am still tangled in my fears. I don’t have the experience with relationships that you do, so at least I am not filtering your words through my bad relationships. I do want to make sure that I pay attention to what you say. 

        I am so impressed with you. Months (?) ago I asked you what you wanted and now this is something you know for certain. You want to be loved…! Whatever your precise journey, you are truly further on. How can you jerk us around? This is your story, your life. You open a window, and we are privileged to see. 

        Ahem…we absolutely could get the benefit of his sweet cock etc., if you just put him on a plane. I’m not sure why you are such a stickler for not commencing his world tour to us women. ~grumbles~ Oh, well, moving on…. 

        Hugs ~

  2. the quality of the pic is not nearly as important as the reality of it. when i’m on porn sites, i don’t want to watch perfectly altered models pretending to have an orgasm. i watch amateurs, real people, all shapes and sizes, having real sex. oh, sure, i love watching one female sex model impaled by three male sex models. but i prefer a real woman bent over the hood of a car in a parking lot somewhere.

  3. hmmm,i understand the obsession now, and i think you had the same thought i did, which is show everyone so they would understand, as i did mike’s cock on my page…
    let me ask you because i am curious and forgot to ask before; does TN know about and read your blog?

      1. yeah i read that after i caught up…wow, i mean, i hated when mine was discovered, but i guess i am sorta relieved now, in a weird way…
        i still don’t advertise to new people nor my new co-workers…i like a little anonymity…

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