Masturbation Monday

In Complete Silence #MasturbationMonday

The night before he fucked me until I fell asleep, arms and legs splayed across wet sheets, his cum dripping down my thighs.

We woke up slowly the next morning, groggy and stiff. The room smelled of sex, our bodies still sticky in post-coital bliss.

The sounds of little boys playing down the hall barely penetrated our fog.

I wrapped my arm around him, stroking his crinkly chest hair, kissing his shoulders. He murmured his pleasure. Neither of us was ready to face the day.

Turning, he pulled me into his arms, curving his body around mine. My ass nestled against him. I could feel the tell-tale twitches of his growing desire. His fingers plucked at my still sensitive nipples, causing me to writhe in his arms.

Without a word, he pushed my torso forward, forcing my back to arch and my ass to jut out in a familiar position. He threw my satin and lace nightshirt over my hips, exposing my cunt. I felt his cock nudging, seeking entry. I threw one leg over his hips to give him better access. Slowly, he slid his cock into my body as we laid in bed.

I gripped the edge of the bed. I exhaled with each thrust, a lustful panting that was barely audible. Lying on our sides, I felt the heat from his hands as he caressed my back. He stroked my hair as he lazily fucked his pussy.

Shrieking from the hallway outside our bedroom didn’t deter us.

In and out, in and out, I could hear the slurping grasp of my body. I buried my face in the sheets and breathed gulping breaths.

His thrusts became more urgent. He began to fuck me faster. I felt his body tense as his breathing deepened, punctuated by quiet growls emanating from the back of his throat.

One hand gripped my shoulder, holding me in place as he slammed into my pussy one last time. He growled softly as he came hard. He released me, and we collapsed on the bed.

I smiled knowing my slick thighs were covered in his seed for the second time in eight hours. The boys continued to laugh and giggle as they played never knowing the grown-ups played too…in complete silence.

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Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


  • Oh… Have done this too. Quite a challenge to be quiet but Mmmmmmmm, the payoff is great. Very hot Kayla.

  • Sounds a lot like my weekend…. Only difference was no boys playing in the hallway, but my 16 year old daughter sleeping in her room. And a freight train would not have roused her! Love those morning sexy moments!
    Have I told you lately how great it is to not to hear those sad parting ways for weeks and months on end posts anymore! Now you get to read them from me! Ha! ;D
    Love ya lady…. Mynx

    • Have I mentioned lately how great it is not to have those sad partings? 😀

      We’ve been fortunate that the boys sleep through almost anything. I think this was the first time in the new place that we’ve done that while they were awake. I kind of look forward to the teen years when nothing will wake them up. 🙂

  • When couples are involved with children in the vicinity, you do what you have to for sexual fun! Way To Go!

  • Yep, our sexy time often. So hot to be having our fun while the kids are near and I can hear them. It makes the fun more delicious.

    • I always just the slightest twinge of guilt (I don’t know why) and only once did it sound like they might come through the door. My heart rate went up, but I don’t think it was from excitement. LOL

  • I’m generally pretty vocal. Possibly because of this, I’ve found that when there is a need to be absolutely silent (eg fucking outdoors, a quickie grabbed at a party or other gathering), stifling my natural response only intensifies the sensations for me.

    Katie xx

    • I can definitely see how silence could do that. I always feel like I can’t control myself when I have to be silent. The ability to stop myself from having an orgasm becomes MUCH harder when there’s a need for silence.

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