Ya know, I'm aware that we had sex last night. But it's blurry...fuzzy. I don't know why, but it almost always is.
I know we were watching the Lord of the Rings. It's what's in the DVD player upstairs for snuggly after the kids are in bed noise. I know we weren't up there long before Master pulled me over to his side of our bed. He rubbed on me, a rather idle action across my side and hip a little bit. I'm guessing that he pulled my hand back onto him, I'm not really sure but I know my fingers ended up against his balls, rubbing, playing, squeezing/pulling a little more than a lot of people would allow or enjoy (thankfully Master enjoys things just over the edge of feeling good into hurt, I don't think I could ever not hurt people when I am actively involved in sex acts).
Another gap. Something about getting my mouth on him, which I do, or have by the time my memory is clicking back in. I love the feeling of him in my mouth. Weirdly enough, I like the fullness of it, the slightly squishy, somewhat malleable feel of a half hard male. Granted, I'll never complain about a fully erect cock in my mouth, but I like Master when he's not all the way there yet, just filling my mouth without pressing back against my throat, where I can still tongue his balls if I do it right. It's difficult later on, but to start with, when I'm still focused enough to enjoy the feeling, where I still hear him telling me that I'm good at sucking, and that I have to be a slut to do it so well, or enjoy it, it's amazing to be aware that I'm causing him to respond.
The next clear thing in my head, I'm on my back, head tilted bad to let him do what he wants with my mouth with him biting at my thighs, feeling his cheek stubble scraping against all the sensitive areas down there and making me squirm under him. I've got a runny nose to start with right now, though, so I'm gagging easily since it's hard to breathe. I turn my head to the side when he's pulled back, popping his cock out of my mouth. He just keeps pushing and rubbing his cock against my cheek, covering me in spit in the process.
Past that, I remember being on my knees, butt to ankle with my arms stretched out in front of me and gripping the mattress at the foot of the bed with his cock in my cunt. I can remember how unbelievably tight I felt around him, and how full I seem to be, and reaching back to pull myself more open and pressing myself further onto him.
And I can remember being back on my side of the bed half asleep and using my hand to push myself to cum.
Then Master curling himself around me, working a hand partly under my ribs and squeezing me to him, falling asleep held against him like all good evenings end.
My spotty memory is part of why I don't do much writing here about our sex, I have to think to hard to fill in the blanks, play 'what normally would happen here?' or ask Master. Plus I then have to realize exactly how much I don't remember, which is rather scary sometimes.
It was a good night overall though. It felt good, and right, and normal. I slept well, completely through a small child wake up according to him. I know that both little people stayed quiet in their rooms later than normal this morning because no one woke me up until 10 (haven't been sleeping well, so I did need it, though I feel rather bad mom about it now).
And I should shut up now, so I will. :)
I think you did a fair job describing!
ReplyDeleteI often have nights like that... everything is too much and I can't recall enough to even make a go of writing it out. My husband apologized to me once for blowing my brain's recording circuitry and I told him "Don't you dare apologize!" ;)
I do my best not to attempt to fill in any missing pieces when I write - If I don't remember something I just either say "next thing I knew," or, if the missing part is long enough, I just leave it out altogether, with some whitespace to acknowledge the passed time.