Memorial Day Make Up Sex

Taking a break from the travelogue...

Obviously, in order to have make up sex, something must have happened to create a break that needed repaired.

And yes, something did happen... DH seriously misunderstood something I said and went off in a direction not even remotely related to what I had said. Totally different planets... I made my comment, what I thought was a basically positive comment ("You're the one who likes doing X, I do it so I can be with you") and he turned this into I don't trust him and I don't want to be with him... My response, as I was getting upset over this, was to turn away and say nothing. Inside, I'm fighting tears and the urge to turn to him and say, "What the hell!?!?" (Really did not help that I was PMSing). I don't think confronting him would have been any better than sitting there silently -- somehow I would still end up in trouble.

This was Saturday night. Sunday was spent with quiet tension, keeping out of each others way as much as possible. We did go see Indiana Jones -- pretty good and fun. Then he decided he wanted to talk, although he was not too believing when I kept repeating the one and only thing I had said (see above). He was insistent that I must have said something more. Honestly, I didn't. That sentence was the last thing I said before he went off on his tangent. I have no explanation for how he heard something so radically different from what I said. To say I was confused by his outburst is putting it mildly. But we talked, he listened, and ultimately believed me.

Monday morning, we slept in (yeah for holidays). DH scooted over to me, sliding an arm beneath my neck, and snuggled up to me. Not sure where this was going, I didn't resist but I didn't welcome him either. And he surprised me. You've probably gathered from this blog that DH is a butt man -- typically when he's in the mood, he heads straight for my butt and pussy, with very little attention spent anywhere else (I'm not complaining, just saying...). Instead of heading 'south', DH started by nuzzling, licking, nibbling and sucking on one breast while caressing the other. Heaven... Wasn't long 'til I was moaning and writhing. And this went on and on... DH not seeming to be in any sort of hurry to do anything else. When he did slide a hand down, I had to stop him and tell him that it was that time of the month (talk about rotten timing). Fortunately, that revelation didn't even slow DH down.

We kissed, we caressed, we stroked and rubbed. He was on top, I was on top. At one point, DH went for my neck, nibbling and sucking. (For your viewing pleasure, I've added a picture of my neck taken after -- I knew as seen as he started that I was going to be well-marked.) I was so in the moment, so aroused. I reached down and grabbed DH through his pants, rubbing and stroking, as he kept himself raised up off of me just enough. And then I had this incredible desire to feel him in my mouth, so I pushed him over and yanked his pants down. I couldn't get enough of licking and sucking -- he tasted and felt so good and so right, filling my mouth. And I made sure I was positioned so that DH's hands could easily reach my backside -- and reach he did.

Too soon, DH was pulling me up, rolling me over and kissing me, pressing me down into the bed. Again, I reached down, stroking and rubbing, until I couldn't stand it anymore and told him that I wanted to suck his cock some more. He looked at me like he couldn't believe what he was hearing (I may go down on him without him asking, but I rarely voice my intentions) and rolled onto his back. Just like before, while I attended to him orally, he paid attention to my bottom, stroking and spanking. Eventually, he pulled me up to kiss again and I couldn't stop myself from telling him to spank me, that I'd been naughty to be so distant and so cold and he needed to spank me to punish me. He didn't say anything, and I'm not sure about his expression, but he didn't refuse. He got off the bed, standing at the side and had me get in position. I was so gone, I'm not even sure what he used on me -- crop, paddle, hair brush -- other than his hand.

The spanking did not last long, although is was enough to add some lasting marks on my backside to go with the ones on my neck. Soon DH was oiling my bottom, making sure I was especially well oiled in preparation for what was coming up. DH wanted inside, and not in my mouth or pussy. He wanted to feel me tight around him as he fucked me hard and fast. I was so aroused that he didn't need to do anything other apply oil for me to be ready for him.

He entered slowly and steadily, rubbing and smacking my bottom all the while. Once in all the way, he grabbed my hips and began thrusting. My legs were spread wide, my arms grasping a pillow for me to moan into, and I moved back to meet him, matching his rhythm, until he was moving so fast and hard it was all I could to breathe as I buried my face into the pillow, crying out as I orgasmed. If someone had told me years ago that I could have such consuming, mind blowing orgasms from anal sex, I'd have tried it years ago, and certainly wouldn't have put DH off for as long as I did.

DH continued with his strong rapid thrusts. I could hear his breathing change and the little sounds he makes that let me know he is getting close. And then I felt it, felt him come, filling me. A few more thrusts, and then he was done.





I collapsed face down onto the bed while he cleaned up, eventually getting up and making my way into the bathroom. Where the first thing I saw was my neck. "DH!" "What?" "My neck!" "Oh" (in a shocked tone). I wore a light scarf around my neck all day Monday. Fortunately, Tuesday was cold enough that I could wear a turtleneck to work, but it was the scarf again on Wednesday. By Thursday, I'd had enough with the cover up attempts and with a little foundation and powder, they weren't that noticeable.


Oh, and my butt was well marked, too. My only concern was the massage therapist on Thursday, but the marks were down low enough that I don't think she could see anything (panties always stay on).

I don't like the upsets, but I love the wild and hot make up sex!

Love Bites

Oh. My. God.

That’s my comment on last night.

In my post about the frying pan, I mentioned that it had been 3 weeks since my last spanking and that DH had promised to take care of that situation. He did, in spades. [Warning -- if you're uncomfortable with the use of explicit words to describe sex, you may not want to read this.]

The evening started with visiting a couple of local bars, one where we were looking for a couple we know, the other an Irish pub-style place where we like to sit outside and just enjoy a few drinks. I don’t drink often, and only with DH – it’s just a nice time out for the two of us. (While enjoying our drinks, DH happened to bring up the whole frying pan as spanking implement idea again. I had to laugh, as he has no idea that I blogged about it or that I had just posted it that same day. Can you tell we’ve been together a long time?)

Once we went home, DH took the dog out and I went upstairs to get ready. I undressed, except for my panties (cream lace) and put on one of his white dress shirts. We don’t have any rituals, yet, in regards to particular clothing, positions, or anything so I piled up some pillows on his half of the bed and positioned myself over them with my backside raised. I also placed the leather paddle and the hairbrush next to me on the bed. In this position, I can’t see when he enters the room, but I could hear him and he gave me a quick swat as he went by into the bathroom to change. He then came out and sat on my left side. DH didn’t waste any time, starting with his hand then switching to the paddle and the brush. He switched around between the three for the entire spanking, doing a fine job of covering my entire backside.

But the most incredible thing was what he did between rounds. I’m used to him pausing to stroke and kiss, but last night he went so much beyond that. He covered my bottom with love bites. It was so incredibly intense. It’s a good thing the kids were sound asleep, as I was anything but quiet (I rarely am, just not possible for me to lie there quietly). Nor was I still. I couldn’t help myself, especially when he applied himself to that narrow band at the inner edge of the cheek. Oh. My. God. My back was arching, I have no idea what was coming out of my mouth but I’m sure it wasn’t intelligible words. He also somehow managed to position himself so that my feet were in the right place to caress him intimately.

I have no idea how long this lasted, but I was so aroused I was going to go crazy if we didn’t move onto the sex part. DH obvious realized this as he asked if I wanted to feel him inside me. It was all I could do to get out “yes.” I was so wet he just slid right in. He had his hands on my hips and was encouraging me to do all the moving, faster and harder. I was doing the best I could, and it was enough to prime me, because when he decided to take matters into his own hands, all it took was two hard thrusts and I was coming, the first of at least four screaming orgasms – I couldn’t keep count. (In order not to wake the kids or disturb the neighbors, I always make sure there is a pillow handy for me to scream into.) I know he asked if I liked his cock. It’s so hard for me to focus during sex that he actually needed to repeat the question before I was able to answer, “Yes, I love your cock.”

More thrusting, more coming and then he pulled out. I knew what was going to happen even before he poured the oil on – anal. (We’ve been doing anal sex for the last few years, at his instigation. I realized fairly early on that I really enjoy anal, to the point of orgasming during. And when I had mentioned how neglected I was feeling after 3 weeks spank-free, DH was very clear that not only would I be well spanked but also well fucked, both ways.) I was oiled and ready. Again, it didn’t take long and I was orgasming. And still he talked to me, “Tell me you like it when I fuck your ass.” I managed to focus long enough to tell him exactly that. Then he asked what did I want him to do. All I could answer was “fuck me, just fuck me.” And he did, even at one point reaching down to fingerfuck me at the same time -- such exquisite sensations. More orgasms, mine and then his.

It was all so intense and exhausting that I couldn’t even stay on the bed when we were done and I slid off the side of the bed down to the floor. DH laughed as he passed me on his way to the bathroom. I managed to get up and put his shirt back on so I was able to meet him with kisses as he came back into the bedroom. We climbed back into bed, snuggling and kissing until we fell asleep.

I woke up this morning with a very sore, very marked bottom, still radiating heat. And I’ve been feeling it all day and probably will for a few days to come (I’ll let you know). Also, I’m still amazed that he didn’t have to touch me anywhere but on my bottom to get me so aroused – that’s a first, but hopefully not a last.

P.S. I don’t go around everyday using words like “cock”, “fuck”, “ass”, etc, but during those special times with DH that tends to be how we talk. Sorry if it offends anyone, but that’s how we are.