I have spent a bit of time searching for good quality free adult sex stories with a sense of romance! Perhaps it is just me but I found most erotic fiction rather trashy and contrived. Which made my discovery of Housewyfe and Caveman sexy hot adult stories all the more sweet and illuminating. Here we have an intelligent, honest, adventurous and sexy hot woman with an insatiably high libido writing about her sex life and relationships. She has very kindly allowed us to use some of our favourite excerpts from her blog with some added vintage erotica pictures!
Somehow in the process of him leaving for the cave, he let his hands get the better of him and he ended up making exceedingly good use of all that pent up sexual energy I had been generating all day. He got me off something fierce. And something soft. And something rough. And something kinky.
And something perfect. A bunch of times. I can only give highlights: I was in The Trance. Ravished and unaware of anything but feeling his sexy touch. I have new appreciation for the one-person-naked-and-the-other-person-dressed sex scenario.
That added some kinky flare I never expected. Not unlike my repeat fantasy of visiting Caveman in his office and him letting me remove key clothing items from him and have a really deep blowjob.
I think of that every time I see him at his desk. But that's not his thing. Just mine. A favourite erotic moment. I was insanely randy. The orgasms came really quickly but the disappointment over the speed of attaining them I get off too fast was dulled by the sexy, sexy intensity and sensuality of it all. At one point, Caveman is lying on his back and I am beside him.
Because he is so fully dressed, my nakedness feels extra naked. He holds my legs as wide apart, as wide as they will go, using his legs as straddlers. He's very tall so it works well. I am prisoner of love. My cunt feels like the clown behind the board, where you throw wet sponges at it, and it knows one of those wet sponges is going to be big and wet and warm and hit bang on. But which one? And when? Just the anticipation of sex, of him touching me there without being able to move, has me squirming.
I place my hands behind my head to complete the tie up. I decide I will not retreat not that I could, except to use my hands no matter how intense it gets. He strokes and fingers. He frequently wets his fingers with his mouth. That erotic licking sound grabs me. Makes me wish he was going down on me, giving me oral sex. His legs assert themselves to confirm I cannot move. A sudden wet something finger, thumb? I realize the power of the tailgasm is almost opposite of an orgasm.
While a clitgasm builds and climaxes, a tailgasm is a steady something of good feeling that is unwavering. And it's a matter of how much good I can stand. Lying there with my legs so wide, my pussy so open, the air blowing on me, the tail buzzing: I am ready to blow. My tits get very hard at times like this. My nipples are insanely sensitive. Big hot hands all over right then would be heavenly. But I feel nothing but the cold air of the fan making my nipples sharp like the tips of knives. The thumb? I wonder if this is what being tied up is all about?
At the same moment that he goes big and deep in my cunt, zeroing right in on the g-spot with all the thrust I was dying for, he starts sucking my hard tit: lapping it up. His late-day whiskers feel painfully good. Prickling through the numbness of the sexual arousal. He fucks me like crazy. I am all too well aware of the tail feeling and I feel like my hips are floating, fleeing from the scene.
I pretend my hands are tied behind my head like in a good erotic bondage story and resistance is indeed futile. The ass and pussy fucking settle down while he rattles away on the clit.
I'm insanely wet and he uses my own wetness to lube up. Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic O. I have been released. I spent years thinking of sex as a reward for when things are good. Not a release when things are not so good. And now, it's everything. It celebrates the great, heals the bad, nurses the worries, remedies the cramps, distracts from the headaches, confirms the absurd, makes a brilliant mockery of everything that weighs my heart down.
But mostly just carries me away. I think I'm liking this sex stuff. One started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock. Often, when he's concentrating on giving me orgasms, he keeps my hands from his penis despite my best efforts to sneak down there. I'm slowly learning to accept this concept of uninterrupted concentration because I'm quite different. I like the sensations to be happening all over the body. I'll gladly have a penis in my hand or mouth while he's working on me. But he's a one-trick-at-a-time pony, so I usually keep my hands from the jewels until I get the all clear.
And this way I get to go on his wild orgasm-giving rides if I don't distract him, so no complaints here. I go with the flow, Baby. Go with the flow. So, back to my erotic romance bedroom story. I started playing gently with his cock.
It got deliciously rocky-hard rather quickly. Amazing creature, the penis is. That super hardness was a happy surprise because we had already screwed earlier.
And all of a sudden, he gets on top of me and starts screwing all over again. Funny how my tongue just instantly starts tracing over his neck and face when we're doing this. Mouth wants what pussy has. Pussy goes nuts when mouth gets its share. Breasts and nipples require licking and sucking between acts. There is this thing that happens with his cock that is very pleasing but hard to describe. I get this feeling as if it is telescoping into my cunt. As if it is one length outside me, but grows longer and wider as he goes deeper into me.
If I think about this as we screw, and he's hitting the right spot, I cum. With a really good deep moany groan and a woosh of wet. And that's what happened last night. That telescoping cock did its perfect thing and I came with this wonderful gushing wet feeling all over his hard dick. Fuck, I loved that sex. And I believe that's what I said: Fuck, I loved that. It was simple, but oh, so effective.
The other thing that we did that was simple, shiny and new was some from-behind handgasms. The Caveman came up with this trick just as I thought we were winding down for the night.
Admittedly, I could get off on sex all night, so we just have to stop somewhere. I was still lying beside him, sucking on his shoulder I'll suck anything.