When your hubby's known around the office as the guy whose wife can't say no to y0ung, thick cocks, well, let's just say that it can make the holidays veeeeery interesting.
Case in point. I've already planned on surrendering my lips to Raef in some dark, secluded corner at this year's Christmas party. Why? Well, firstly, because it drives Scott crazy when his co-workers see me slinking off suspiciously - obviously for the sole purpose of performing fellatio on his boss. And I do love pushing that man's buttons.
But secondly, there's just something about making that b0y cum in the month of December that puts nice exclamation mark on my year.
The best part? When the job is done and my mouth is literally bursting at the seams with my sexy y0ung lover's semen, Raef's going to help me make a very special personalized Christmas card for my husband. So sweet of him, am I right?😆
But when all of that business is finally said and done, I'm wondering if there might be another stud with some Christmas spirit who might like to get with the company Controller's wife under the mistletoe.
Because nothing beats making new friends around the holidays😊
And who knows, maybe it will lead to me slinking off to dark corner number two. A girI can truly never have enough Christmas card material for her hubby.
I’ve said it before. Nothing gets my little panties wetter than dropping to my knees for my alpha.
The truth is, most women adore the challenge that comes from fellating a long, thick bull cock. It’s a uniquely feminine experience, and I think the reason fundamentally boils down to a very simple recipe involving one part anticipation and one part trepidation.
We females somehow instinctively just know that the aching feeling we’re experiencing in our jaw is going to magically translate into the kind of vaginal stretching that leads to massive, earth-shaking orgasms – the kind that our sweet (albeit significantly less-endowed) hubbies are simply incapable of providing us. It’s no lie that just knowing I’m mere moments away from willingly hoisting my ass to be penetrated by my bull’s frighteningly thick penis generally gets me soaked to my knees for him.
But it’s not always the anticipation of pleasure that makes our pretty little pussies swell and lubricate for our lovers. For me, it’s sometimes actually the fear of an intimidatingly large penis that gets me aroused more than anything else. “Will my tender little pussy even be able to accommodate this beast?” I’ll sometimes find myself wondering as I coat my bull’s shaft in self-defensive slobber. But it’s the kind of fear we humans crave in general – similar, I can only assume, to that which has made people like Stephen King and Wes Craven multi-millionaires.
In any event, the next time you watch a video of me lovingly wrapping my lips around my alpha, try to imagine the complex combination of emotions going through my pretty little head. But more so than that, try to picture my married vagina literally lubricating and swelling for him right before your very eyes.
Because I assure you – it’s fucking happening.
I’m out shopping on Michigan Ave. with my loving hubby today. Enlisting Scott to help me pick out some sexy little panties for a date he arranged for me next week. I’ll give you a little fashion show later. 😉
I sometimes feel like a borderline-therapist to the "smaller" men of the world. I think it's probably something that comes naturally with this type of page - especially when you throw in the fact that I offer dick ratings. Invariably, and somewhat surprisingly, it's the smaller men who gravitate to this feature the most. And I've learned from doing so that honesty is always the best policy.
The truth here is that very few men are built to stretch a woman the way that she sometimes needs. But that's not a deal breaker by any means. Because a woman typically doesn't want that kind of sex but maybe one or two times a month. And let's face facts, the studs blessed with the kinds of packages women yearn to drop to their knees for aren't usually looking to settle down anyway.
For me personally, I normally only pursue the sensation that can only come from being impaled on the erect penis of a y0ung God when I'm ovulating. Call it instinct or whatever. But I'm only drawn to aggressive hung alphas when I'm ripe for fertilization. Essentially when I'm in heat.
But that's obviously only a very small percentage of my life. The rest of the time I'm perfectly content being mostly monogamous with my one true soul mate.
So guys on the smaller side, take heart. No - you're not a bull, and you never will be. But that doesn't mean you won't make an absolutely great husband and father.
As long as you learn to accept the chiIdren her bulls put in her belly as your own, that is. Because one or two of those is pretty much going to be the price of admission for getting her to the alter.
I’ve been on here for 3 years and have never done a “live.” You think it’s about time or are “lives” over rated? If you answer yes, what should I do to entertain you?
I've been told that even just wishing my stocking would get an epic stretching before getting filled with this virile bull's DNA is grounds for getting tossed on the naughty list.
And if that's indeed the case, then who the fuck would even want to be the nice list???? Not this little wife, that much is certain.
In any event, almost 4 years ago to the day, my alpha bull came roaring into our lives. And without him, Scott would never have gotten to experience the pleasure of sloppy seconds😆
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Coffee with Rachel: Part 5 (from Rachel’s perspective)
When Rachel returned with her fresh mug of coffee, she took a seat directly next to me, put her hand on me and looked me directly in the eye.
“what I’m about to tell you is going to sound fucking crazy.. even crazier than the stuff I’ve already told you,” Rachel warned, “but it’s the honest to God truth.”
“I barely remember the walk back to our room. In all honesty, the first real thing I remember afterward is that there were a team of technicians waiting for us when the door opened. The leader, an attractive older female, brushed my hair from face as she took me from Jake and led me to the bed. One of the men came with us while the remaining two guys stayed in the living area with Jake.
“’Sweetheart, I have some joyous news for you,’ I remember he telling me in a calm soothing voice,” Rachel said.
“Kat – apparently everything about the Lord’s experiences with his women is monitored,” Rachel squealed almost excitedly, “and guess who holds the fucking record for giving the Lord the most powerfully intense orgasm of his life?” Rachel didn’t wait for my guess. “This bitch!” she yelled almost loud enough to announce it to the neighborhood. “That’s who!!!”
“Wait…. What????” I asked in a sheer state of disbelief.
“Not only that,” Rachel continued. “What I experienced was something she referred to as a ‘bonding orgasm,’ a female orgasm so intensely pleasurable that it can almost never be replicated.”
“But here’s the weirdest part,” Rachel teased, “it’s completely re-wired a primitive part of my brain to only allow me to orgasm in the Lord’s presence… It’s like I have a sexual addiction to him or something,” she finished.
“Wait,” I said again – this time somewhat more incredulously. “You will never be able to have another orgasm???” I said almost aghast.
“Not without the Lord inside of me,” she beamed back with pride. “Vaginally, anyway…” she said trailing off.
Seeing the utter look of desperate confusion on my face, she mercifully continued.
“Apparently, our bond is so rare…” then the fucking bitch paused for dramatic effect… “that Jake and I are actually moving to the Lord’s compound in Atlanta… I’m now what’s known as a ‘Life Partner’ – which means that the Lord and I can have an unlimited number of chiIdren together – possibly even females too!!!!” she shrieked with excitement.
“Listen,” Rachel said in a tone that dialed things back a notch. “I have sooooooo much more to tell you, but you have to hear the second most important part first.”
“After the technicians left our room, Jake came in to lay beside me. He was gentle and tender with me. He told me that the other two technicians had told him exactly what his responsibility is for ‘after care,” in the event of a bonding orgasm.”
“Then he asked me point blank… ‘sweetheart, what the fuck’s a bonding orgasm?’” Jake was still in the dark. Fuck! I was too – in all honesty. All I knew was that I was somehow exhausted and horny and wired all at the same exact moment. I needed more.. of something.”
“But before I could even explain to him as much of the situation as I currently understood, Jake said the one thing that I absolutely needed to hear in the moment.”
“’Baby,’ he said to me earnestly, the technicians told me that this is a critical hour, and that your body needs one more orgasm in order to complete ‘the process’ – whatever the fuck it is that they meant by that.”
“and with that, Jake very slowly and dutifully kissed his way past my bare breasts and over my trembling abdomen until he reached the matted thatch of pubic hair that marked the beginning of my womanhood.”
“Girl… I’m just going to be honest here,” Rachel said very matter of factly. “The pussy was a fucking mess!!!! Even in my partly vegetative state, I was in shock that Jake was so willingly putting his face near where the Lord had presumably just had a record-setting ejaculation,” she guffawed smacking her palm on the kitchen table in emphasis.
“Kat, as brief as it was, it was also somehow the most intimate thing the two of us have ever experienced with one another. My pussy was on fire and his tongue was the exact blanket that I needed to smother the flames. I came within 45 seconds after he’d locked his gorgeous mouth onto my clit, and I ground my filthy cunt into his face as his fucking reward for a job well done.”
“The two of us cuddled for the rest of the morning as I repeatedly tried to explain the life-altering sensation of being penetrated by a man like the Lord.”
“Sadly bitch…,” she said locking eyes with me. “there are simply no words to describe it. But fortunately for you, that brings me to the most important part of this morning’s little story.”
“Which is!?!?!?!....” I vehemently demanded.
“We get to bring one lucky couple to live with us on the compound, and I’m choosing the two of you assholes!!!” she exclaimed with pure unadulterated delight …. “But there’s more,” she giggled. “The best part is… that tight little cunt of yours that was so fucking popular with the basketball team in college… well, don’t freak out too much, but it’s going to get to experience the stretching of a lifetime.”
Texts to my husband from yesterday
Me: Baby… your friend from Philly is fucking huge!!!!! I’m going to send you the video he just sent me
Hubby: [5 minutes later] Holy fuck. I think he’s even bigger than your alpha.
Me: Maybe someone’s about to get herself a new alpha lol. But he obviously needs to know how to use it.
Hubby: The word is he knows how.
Me: Mmmmmmm that’s good to hear
Me: I have a favor tho 😉
Hubby: what’s that?
Me: I’m going to need some help getting my confidence up to take that thing…
Hubby: And???
Me: And…. Sweetie… I know you don’t really like doing it. But I’m going to need you to use the Man of the House on my tonight in bed (giggle) Side note: The Man of the House is my Jason Luv dildo
Me: You don’t want me being nervous the first time I spread my legs for him, do you???
Me: Plus, if my pussy’s too tight for him, he’s going to nut in under a minute lol. We certainly can’t have that lol
Me: So here’s how it’s going to go down. Tonight when we go to bed you’re going to lick me like you normally do… until I’m soaked and swollen enough to take Jason. And then – with your sexy mouth still on my clit – your going to ease the head inside of me.
Me: We’re going to pretend we’re in Philly and you’re going to tell him you think he should stop because it’s too big for me. And then I’ll be him –
Me: He’s going to say “Get da fuck outta the way white boy. Imma gonna hit this pussy the way it needs. The way you just fucking can’t. And when I’m done, you not gonna feel your bitch for a week. But good for you, she’ll still be satisfied til then.
Hubby: lol let’s not get too ridiculous
Me: No such fucking thing, baby. I’m going to cum so fucking hard tonight.
Me: And then so will you.
It's not often that this little wife agrees to travel out of state for dick. But sometimes it's so thick and so long that it's worth the price of airfare. This one's probably worth double. Hell, make that triple.
But hold on a sec - since I'm very much pro life, refuse to use condoms with my bulls, and the god-like dick in question happens to be of the "BBC" persuasion - I just need to make absolutely certain I'm not likely to be ovulating for when i book this particular flight. Otherwise, it could get a little bit awkward for Scott when we introduce our newest little bundle of joy to friends and fam😆
I do have to admit, though - It definitely poses a bit of a dilemma for me. Because the sexy gent I'm flying to take care of has a proven track record when it comes to breeding his bitches🤔
Sometimes the universe give’s gifts unexpectedly. For example, I was out to dinner last night with my husband and we ran into a few of his colleagues. There was one man I had never seen before. My eyes locked in on him and I felt not only my husband, but the other men knew it too. He was the most gorgeous black man I had ever laid my eyes one. More on that later….happy Sunday 😈
The holiday season sometimes fills me with a strange sort of conflict.
A huge part of me absolutely loves being home for the holidays. Thoughts of a home decorated to the nines and a kitchen filled with the kind of warmth that can only come from an oven filled with baking cookies has always has always held a magical appeal to this little wife.
But then there’s this other side of me.
I too wants to shake off the stress of the year with music and celebration. But it wants to do it elsewhere. And by that I mean somewhere with a more tropical feel; where the multiple layers required of a Chicago winter are traded for bare breasts and teardrop bikini bottoms – more wet from arousal than dips in the pool.
Obviously, a multitude of families exercise the option to travel to sunnier shores around Christmas. But for me, especially this year it would seem, my dilemma is a little more deeply rooted.
And here it is.
For some bizarre reason, the Christmas season fills me with the urge to be bent over and fucked by an extremely thick cock. Maybe chalk it up to the fact that it’s generally a time for decompressing and shaking off the stress of life - But whatever the case may be, when Thanksgiving rolls around each year, the crotch of this bitch’s panties start to feel the spirit of the season. And they pretty much keep their holiday wetness until the month of January.
So last night in bed I asked Scott (who, incidentally, is a Christmas homebody) if maybe this year we could compromise with a little pre-Christmas getaway; one specifically designed to help this little wife scratch her year-end itch for her alpha’s enormous bare cock.
So with my hand gently easing way beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms – I told him that I’m spending a weekend in December at a resort in Miami – with my bull. And that, sadly, he won’t be able to come watch me get stretched and dominated this time. I mean, someone obviously stay home and mind the house while I’m gone😊
But, as I stoked him to an erection, I told him that if he promises to be a good b0y and take good care of things in my absence, I’ll more than make it up to him when I get back. Adding however, that it will probably need to be with my butthole. Because – if history is any indication – we’re going to be dealing with the “hotdog down the hallway” scenario for a few days after I get home lol.
Scott came the second that I said it.
The truth is – my entire story was a huge bluff. I have nothing booked, no boarding pass, and I haven’t even talked to my alpha about his schedule in December.
But you can bet your ass that I will today.
Not every Hallmark Christmas movie absolutely needs to involve a single female at an existential crossroad who somehow finds herself persuaded into competing in the annual ice sculpture competition.
For instance, how does this description strike you?
A pretty middle-aged wife and her supportive husband find themselves on Santa's naughtty list when they're unavoidably f0rced to share their holiday AirBNB with a y0ung African American athlete looking to bury his yule log in the tightest stocking he can find.
Is it just me, or does someone need to write this little gem...
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As an evangelical wife and mother, laying with another woman outside of wedlock is probably something to be avoided. @yourdream.mom
But just like the beloved Mrs. Falwell, I too have compulsions that push me toward filthy and sinful acts.
@mr.flint.stone
Sometimes with sexy, hung gentlemen y0ung enough to be my own sons, but thick enough to give me what I need to feel like a woman...
And now also, I've recently learned, with other slutty little bitches with tight pink pussies that need to be eaten.
Adaptation at its finest! And so much to be seen in the next week, so stay tuned!
Tell me. Do you think I love it when Scott's in the room to watch me go full-on reverse cowgirl with a sexy couple? @mr.flint.stone @yourdream.mom
Obviously rhetorical.
But trust me, you should fucking love it too - Because if OnlyFans gave out an annual award for best cinematographer/sweet hubby, Scott would win it every single time. Hands fucking down.
So stay tuned because I am editing some pure gold that will be out for your viewing enjoyment in very short order.
Tomorrow’s Forecast- 100% chance of tits and ass 🥵
Thanks to all the fans who entered my drawing. I’ll announce the lucky winner tomorrow in a comment to the original post.
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I’m going to do a raffle for one lucky fan to win all the girl on girl videos Holly and I make make this weekend. Tip 10 dollars and you get an entry and that gets you everything behind the scenes automatically. Our hubbys will be taking lots of pictures and videos that you won’t see get posted. For every ten dollars gets you an extra entry to win the grand prize. Good luck to you.
Catching a few indoor rays before heading to see “you know who” with the amazing tongue. Hoping she can give me some pussy licking pointers. If only I had her tongue 👅
Friday night kicks off my weekend with my new girlfriend. Will you be following? Check your on auto renew for lives and pics that won’t be posted here. 🤤😋
