Thursday, September 15, 2011

“I bet you weren’t expecting a marathon.”

Thursday morning was quite a marathon. It’s been a while since we've done one of those. We figured we’d be doing something after River took the kids to school. And we did.

I’ve got a whole pile of Cialis. I don’t use it very often. But with this dice thing we know ahead of time when we’re going to be fucking so it’s easier to schedule the recreational drugs. Even though Cialis is pretty easy to deal with. They say it works for 36 hours. They are wrong. It works for at least 56 hours. And they say don’t expect more than one session out of it. But we’ve used it for up to three. Even though the stuff I have has been expired for a while because like I said I don’t use it very often. I can usually run on sheer River hotness. But not always.

I’m just going to hit the high points here. Imagine this is all accompanied by River moaning “yes” and “nice” the whole time and you’ll have a pretty good idea of how things went.

Round and round. Both directions. Side to side. Front to back.
We’re both playful.
“What do you need for warmup?” “A scratch.”
“Does that hurt you?” “No. Bad design with the juice so far in.”
Legs over.
Jackhammer. A real one outside. River prefers woodpecker.
“I could do this all day.”
T-bone. I can still watch.
River gets on top. Hair in my face. My wild amazon. Breasts. Cunt.
Single point. More single point.
“Reverse cowgirl?” She has to think about it. It must have something to do with her bladder. “Do you need to pee?”
Pee break. She peed before we started. Has it been that long?
My cock juts and waits with patient anticipation.
“You can hello kitty onto that.”
Reach in front for her tits for the full hello kitty experience.
“Pulling your nipples makes me want to come.”
“Now you’re primarily responsible for the thrusting.”
Low doggy.
Hold off twice.
“How much time we got?” “I don’t even know what time it is. Does it matter?”
“I’ve been thinking of this.” My cock against her asshole. “My guts hurt too much.”
Stretches out on her front. It’s especially nice today.
“Nice.” “Yes.”
River wears me out.
Face to face. Foot on the floor. Back on the bed.
Half jackknife. River can watch.
I need a break.
River arches on and fucks me.
Interesting terrain of her g-spot.
Been trying to come.
“It’s working.”
Come and push her back and squeeze and squeeze.
She’s not ready to end?
River's squeeze reflex.

“That was a good Thursday morning fuck. I bet you weren’t expecting a marathon.” “Is your face tingling?”


Anisa said...

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA Ask Natasha about expired sexual aids. *snort*

Reed said...

Natasha my dear, may I have the pleasure of hearing you hold forth on expired sexual aids, *snort*?

Natasha said...

There is the bigger issue of Hubs' and my disagreement on whether anything expires that makes it funnier. He will not acknowledge expiration unless there is mold growing on food. I tend to follow the dates. So when the subject of needing lubricant came up, I suggested it's been a long time since we used it and it might be expired. He said that is impossible. I got it out of the cabinet and it DID have an expiration date, January of 2004. He threw it away without argument.

Reed said...

Lol. I would have at least tasted it first.

Reed said...

P.S. Arrr, matey!

Natasha said...

Thanks for reminding me to talk like a pirate today. I was so busy I missed it, and that's just wrong.

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