Sometimes I think John Brownstone waits for me to ask for the fuck I want. Or, at the very least, waits for me to drop massive hints.
We’ve been working hard around our house, getting it ready to put on the market and sell soon. Which means that the few times we might have set aside to fuck are times to collapse into bed and moan about aching muscles. We both understood why we delayed sex, but neither of us loved it.
“You know…we have sex toys we need to try.”
“Yes, Daddy. I know.”
“You know…we don’t have to wake up early in the morning either.”
“Yes, Daddy. I know.”
So who’s actually dropping the hints around here? For once, it wasn’t me. Yes, he’s the Dominant, the one in charge, the Decider™ but he’s human, too. Exhausted. Stiff and sore (in his muscles, y’all). Achy. Down to sleep more than down to fuck.
But once he made it clear what he really wanted, I was ready with him. Except that we continued to collapse into bed and fall right to sleep (a novelty for both of us).
Finally. Finally! Sunday morning arrived. No alarm clock. No pressing errands or tasks — at least none that required early morning effort.
When he grabbed me in the same way he always does, I moaned. As his hands dug into warm, sleepy fleshed, I squeaked. And when he slammed cock and lube deep in my cunt, I pushed back — matching him thrust for thrust and stroke for stroke. Eager to be closer and desperate for more.
Yes, yes, YES! Give it to me. Fuck me. Make it hurt. God, fuck, damn, give me more.
Pulled hair. Cruelly pinched nipples. Even a smacked cheek.
Heaven. Pure bliss. Exactly what we needed.
The nap after the fuck? Even better. The coffee after the nap? Never tasted so sweet.
Yes, this is all part of our sexual routine — the way we typically fuck. Early morning grabs and penetration with early morning orgasm and snuggles.
But it’s our go-to for a reason. Because it works, and because there’s so much good in that level of familiarity and comfort. So yes, we had the same kind of sex we have nearly every weekend, but the anticipation made it that much sweeter.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! As good as sex always is with John Brownstone, I really looked forward to our “typical” Sunday morning fuck this week. I’m fairly sure my enthusiasm caught him off guard. For more and varied kinds of smut, you know where to go!