Sexcapades – Pillow Talk

Rough SexMy alarm went off as it always does. And like I always do, I extend my legs and arms and do a quick stretch to wake up. Although I’m not a morning person, every morning I look forward to waking up Ryan. I know that our mornings make his day, but it also makes mine. After the last bit of yawning and stretching, I begin to prop myself up. Today, however, Ryan scoots his body close to mine like we’re about to spoon. He pulls my hips toward him and starts to rub between my legs. I know exactly what he wants, so I grab the jar of coconut oil that I keep on my side of the bed and dab a little between my labia. He holds his already hard dick still for me as I position myself on him. Ryan glided in me effortlessly; I moved with him.

He started moving faster and faster. “Get on your stomach,” he suddenly ordered. I know better than to disobey. I turned over and put my hands at the head of the bed ready for him to grab my wrists. Or hold down. I let out the softest of moans as he plunged deep into me. He put my pillow over my head. He muffled something, but it was hard for me to understand from beneath my down pillow. I was able to make out a few words: “Don’t say a fucking word.”

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Sexcapades – The Yellow Bathtub

bathtubSo I have decided to add a new series to our blog. Nothing crazy or elaborate, in fact, just the opposite.  A simple diary of something I want to remember for myself later.  I am not trying to win a Sex Pulitzer, impress anyone with my writing, or create a smut story so detailed you guys can jack and jill off and finish before the ending.  This is just a section for me to keep track of the small things we do and have done over the years.  If it’s something I am doing recently, I will add a date for my own personal reference.  Although we still only submit new blogs on Mondays and Thursdays, the dates will be accurate for when the sexcapade occurred.

August 10, 2015

For some reason I was browsing amazon and found a waterproof blanket.  This blanket is like $180.00 and a little too much for me to spend on an idea.  I text Venice and ask her if I bought a waterproof blanket, would she be interested in peeing on each other during sex, and having sex while soaked in urine.  Because we are both picky, usually if we do any type of urine play it’s in the bathroom.  This waterproof throw blanket could be a game changer.  Venice messages me back and lets me know she would do it with me if I wanted, but she didn’t think it was worth the $180.00 price tag.   I agreed, but still, thinking of bonding with her, soaked in urine, took over my brain and left me with OCD of being pissed on.  I sent more messages to Venice describing how the smell of her urine drives me wild.  In fact, when I used to masturbate to her panties while I was away in college, if I even got a slight hint of a urine smell, I would ejaculate immediately.  I think it’s the animal inside us as men, where we want to walk up behind a woman and sniff her vagina and ass raw, no filter.  She messages me back, not as interested as me, saying urine is an acquired taste.  I guess this is also a bit of instinct in a woman, as I have never seen any animal walk up to a male animal and smell his cock.  I also doubt Venice has ever smelled my boxers hoping for it to have a slight urine smell, and I know she she sucks my dick, she wants to smell fresh soap.  It’s what women want: cleanliness.

Anyway, after texting back and forth, I eventually come up with a plan for her to put me in the bathtub and piss all over me.  In my mind I just wanted her to piss in my mouth and all over my face and body.  After she was done pissing, I wanted to suck on her wet lips and stroke off to the smell of her urine.  After I thought about it more, I decided I also wanted to piss on my self while I eat out her wet vagina, just to mix our fluids together.  Then when I cum, I wanted to cum all over my stomach and chest.  I asked Venice if she would lick the cum off my body.  She texted back immediately and said, “Hell yea!”

My mind was set.  At that point, it was about 11:00 am, and I knew I wasn’t going to use the bathroom for the rest of the day.  I wanted my body to be soaked.

7:00 pm came around that night and Venice came in the room and asked me to follow her in the bathroom.  I took off my clothes, excited, already erect because I knew what was going to happen.  As I laid in the tub totally nude, with my head cocked up on the side, Venice climbed in after me and put her pussy in my face.  Unsure what was going to happen because it had been so long since she had peed on me, I got a bit nervous. She asked me to lick her dirty pussy, deep in her hole.  I obeyed her and licked deep in her hole, getting all her juices that she has been soaking in throughout the day.  She tasted and smelled amazing.  I don’t know how she does it, but she just never has an odor.  No urine smell, no must, no sweat, just the smell of our laundry softener from wearing her panties all day.  I love this about her.  I’m extremely picky with smells, but I do not mind a slight hint of urine.  Since she had no smell, I was excited to actually smell it as it poured out of her body.

She moved herself away from my face and sat in my lap.  She knew my dick was hard so she balanced herself for a moment and slowly worked my dick inside her body.  Immediately I thought she had changed her plans and instead she wanted to fuck me. She got her whole body down on my hard dick and put her mouth up to my ears and asked me to please piss inside her pussy and fill her up.  Although this drove me wild, it’s extremely hard to piss while inside a tight vagina with an erection.  After what seemed like a few minutes of sucking on her titties and listening to her whine for me to relax and fill her pussy up with my pee, I finally felt my body release its stream.  Venice couldn’t fill it, because she asked again to please piss inside her.  I stopped her and let her know, I was peeing.  I felt the pressure inside her body tighten, and slowly she lifted her body up.  My urine poured out of her vagina all over my stomach.  She then stood up, and put her pussy over my face, and drenched me in my own urine still pouring out of her pussy.  I held my hard dick in my hand, still pissing on the back of her ass and on my chest, while she stood over me dripping my own pee into my mouth.  I loved it.  It wasn’t what I really wanted, but it still turned me on.  I begged her to please let me have her piss.   She straddled my face and demanded I open my mouth.  I did as she said and watched her vagina start pouring out piss.  Within seconds my entire mouth was full.  I felt just like a porn star because I closed my mouth and all the urine poured out over my face down my body.  I opened my mouth again and she quickly filled my jaws up with her urine until I again had to close my mouth.  The smell was amazing, but the taste was potent.  The ammonia taste was hard to handle, so although I swallowed some,  I tried not to swallow too much.  I stroked my dick harder.  It felt like she peed on me for a minute straight, because she filled my mouth multiple times.  I grabbed her by the back of her ass and pulled her pussy to my mouth.  I wanted to suck on her dripping lips and smell her skin.  I loved it.  I couldn’t hold my cum back any longer and Venice was telling me to cum all over myself so she can eat my cum off me.  I obliged.  I came everywhere.  All over my stomach, my chest, and my hands.  Venice moaned as she watched and bent over to lick the cum off my body.  I asked her to share with me.

As she bent over to lick the cum off my body, she would come back up and spit in my mouth.  I loved the taste.  Cum, and piss from both of us.  The next time she went down to clean me up, she saved for herself.  She went back and forth, taking turns swallowing and spitting my mouth until my body was clean of all my cum.  She kissed then me on the forehead and said, “Take a shower.”

Sexcapades – The Angry Face Fucker

angry sexSo I have decided to add a new series to our blog. Nothing crazy or elaborate, in fact, just the opposite.  A simple diary input of something I want to remember for myself later.  I am not trying to win a Sex Pulitzer, impress anyone with my writing, or create a smut story so detailed you guys can jack and jill off and finish before the ending.  This is just a section for me to keep track of the small things we do and have done over the years.  If it’s something I am doing recently, I will add a date for my own personal reference. Although we still only submit new blogs on Mondays and Thursdays, the dates will be accurate for when the sexcapade occurred.

August 16, 2015

Yesterday morning Venice and I weren’t in the best of moods.  It was early, we just had company leave after a week long stay, and we had things to do around the house.  We were both nude, getting ready to start our day.  Venice was being short and snappy, and I responded by asking her to leave me alone. Usually when I do this, it’s almost like a challenge for Venice to do everything but leave me alone.  Whether it be tickle me, force me to fuck her, cuddle, or she’ll just sit on my face nude and make me eat her out until we are both in better moods. Whatever, it’s all the same.

I was in bed with my face away from her and she was behind me.  She spooned up close to me and reached her hand around to grab my dick.  I had already prepared for this attack and tucked my balls and penis between my legs.  I had my thighs closed securely so no matter how much she dug with her hand, she wouldn’t be able to touch my penis…from that side at least.  However, from behind, unfortunately, she had total access to my package.  That wasn’t the point though, she didn’t want to touch it from behind, she wanted to get her way and force me to open up so she could touch my body.  She knew this would get me hard, and lead to her hopping on top of me or giving me a blow job and edging me out until I apologize…FOR NOTHING.

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