The life of a porn addicted housewife.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
He woke me up at 4:30 this morning and basically had his way with me. I am talking the good rough stuff too. No wimpy pseudo-sex either, this was full blown toss me around and make me beg for mercy sex. This was the kind of sex that takes everything you have in you just to stay on the bed. I have a feeling my hips are going to have fingerprint bruises. I grunted, gagged, and choked so much that when we were done I couldn’t even swallow. I think I may even have chewed a hole in the blanket at one point. Life is goooooood!!!
After that I staggered out and fixed his breakfast and his lunch (he’d earned it!)
Needless to say, by the time I was finished in the kitchen I was pooped. I had only slept 3 ½ hours before he woke me up. I sat down at my desk to check my forums and he called me in the room. I figured he needed help with something. Nope!
He tossed my ass on the bed and slammed me again!!! First this way, then that way. I have no need of a chiropractor today that’s for sure. I may need a wheelchair though because I am in the midst of a bad case of “wobbly-legs.”
This is the kind of sex I prefer. Rough and ugly. I need sweat. I need spit and drool. I need aches and pains. I guess you can count me as lucky because that is what he prefers too. Actually he holds back. If he was to go all out I would probably be unconscious by the time he finished.
So, even though it is just after 8am, I am going to bed.
Being married to a big old brute DOES have its advantages!!!!!!