672 things to write about: Thing #2

Well isn’t this just a steamy affair all of a sudden…

This naughty little book just asked me to write a sex scene I wouldn’t show my mother. Hold on to your $%#^ peeps, and be forewarned. The content below can be only read by a mature audience. Or rather an audience old enough to read this. Maturity is overrated.

A Sex scene I wouldn’t show my mother:

He promised to be home at ten o clock. So she bathed, shaved her legs and rubbed everything down in his favorite lotion. Her body was covered in the sweet scent of musky vanilla. Her signature scent.

The kids were at Grandmas.

She went into his office and changed the time on the grandfather clock to midnight. The loud click that resounded throughout the clock could be heard throughout the quiet house. As the clock chimed 12 the clock swung open. Revealing a secret passageway. A passageway into what she liked to call the royal room of naughty. As she walked through the hallway that led into their secret place, the colors changed from the navy blue of her husbands office into the shade of royal and darker purples. Her favorite. She was wearing his black button up dress shirt, it flowed against her bare skin, it being the only article that she wore and she knew it was his favorite. It rested against her curves in the best way.

The time was 9:55pm, and he was to be here at 10pm. When this room was involved he was never late. It was a rare occasion of late for them to visit this room. To engage in its novelty and fun. To adventure into the serious realm of the trust they had for each other.

She put the blindfold on and lay upon the bed. As was customary. Since he was the one to meet her here she would be his submissive. Had she met him here and he had arrived first she would have been the boss and he the submissive. She did prefer to be his submissive. However could she get a could spanking without being the submissive? Though on the occasion that she was in charge she did gain a wonderful taste for telling him what to do. Tying him up, and then putting all of her in his face and demanding that he please her. A shiver was sent up her spine. She loved this room. Here they could be themselves. No need to be quiet. This room was sound proof. No need to be quick. When they came here there were no time limits. Only a serious emergency would drag them from this room. Or fire. And fire might be pushing it.

She heard the chime of the clock. He was here. Anticipation mounted inside her. Almost the same as he would be mounting her later. She giggled. She heard him breathing. She felt his fingers brush against hers. She heard the sound of the buckles and felt the tightening of her wrists in the bonds that were at the head and foot of the bed that she was waiting for him in. He meant to torture her old school. Once he had her feet and hands bound. She felt him climb into the bed. She felt his weight lay upon her fully dressed. He was breathing her in. He was taking his time to smell her, to feel her warmth flood through his body as he lay atop the full length of her. He buried his face in her neck, his hands in her hair. He inhaled deeply.

“I missed you kitty”

He pulls her hair back and uses it to tilt her head so that he has access to all of her neck and lips. She moves not, this is his game, his rules. She is awaiting her orders. He is still breathing her in. He drags his mouth, his nose across her hair, her neck, her ear, to breath her in deeply. Her scent fills his lungs, all the memories of this room flood back. HIs mind is filled with the deep musky vanilla that is her. He groans and pulls her tightly to him. He hears her moan deep in her throat all the way into her belly. Vibrating across him. The scent of her, the musky scent that is her, fills him, it envelopes him in her and he is lost in her scent, he is lost in her. He pulls her closer. Tighter to him. Normally this game would go on for hours, but something about her today makes him need to feel her hands on him, in his, on his face. Everywhere. He wants all of her tonight. He unties her, tears the blindfold off.

“I need you love”

His eyes are filled with want, need, love. The kind you only read about. The kind she is lucky to have. The kind she desperately wants to give him every second of every day.

“Make love to me then, Now. Don’t wait. Please love. I need you too”

No more words. No more talking. No more bonds. With eyes wide open he kisses her. His fingers entwined in hers. She tangles her legs in his, her smoothness a contrast of sexy delight against the hair on his. She tightens her grip on his hands, she bites his lip and at his gasp buries her tongue deep in his mouth, his tongue is then buried in hers and the cat and mouse game, the game of tag and any other type of game you can play in the mouth of your lover is engaged. He lets go of her hands, and grabs her face. He pulls her mouth closer, deeper into his. The heat of the room increasing all the while as the sweat drenches their bodies, she buries her fingers in his hair pulling him even closer.




His nimble fingers find the buttons that run down the front of her silky pajamas. One by one she can feel more and more of the heat of his skin, she reaches up her own fingers to find the buttons of the suit shirt that he is wearing. He needs her skin touching his, she needs to feel all of him against her. Their breath quickens, the nimble turns into fumbles as they try to unleash the other from the clothes that imprison their skin.

“So many buttons pretty lady”, he says against her mouth.

She tears the shirt from his back and he finishes unbuttoning her. She dragged her teeth across his chest, nipping at all his flesh, feeling the heat of his body on her lips, his hands dig into her hair and pull her head up to meet his lips. There is so much wonder to be found in her mouth, her scent, her hands. She kisses him deeply, as if breath and life were found inside his mouth, against his lips. Her hands find their way to his belt. She needs all of his skin against hers now. No more waiting, no more play. Just connection.

In moments they are naked. Feeling his skin pressed against her body, all of it all over all of her causes her to cry out.

“Now baby, Fuck me now. I need you inside me! Please”, she begs.

No more hesitation. He needs no more from her than those words. In one quick thrust he is inside her, buried deep and for a moment he stops. Just feeling him self deep inside. He can feel all of her surrounding him, pulsing rhythmically with her racing heart beat. She can feel him pulsing with her, she clenches him tighter, pulls him closer and wraps her legs around his waist. She pulls his face down to hers, she kisses him then and they move. Like a symphony of sounds and feelings. Like a musical song of intimacy and intensity. The music peaks, speeds up and and she moves against him.




Her breathing is coming in gasps, hands tangled in his, pinned above her head as he moves against her, faster, then slower. His teeth buried in her neck,  biting, sucking creating moans of languid pleasure, over and over again.

“I love you, honey.”, she pants.

She always says this right before she climaxes, and when she says it, it always throws him over the edge. It still amazes him that this amazing woman loves him. Wants him this way.

They both come at the same time, gasping, panting, moaning until the collapse of bodies, the unclenching of legs and limbs.

“I love you too beautiful”.

She smiles and kisses his mouth. So tenderly that it takes his breath away.

“You are mine all my handsome.” she says, with so much love and wanting in her voice.

“And you are mine sexy.”, he says, staring into her eyes with adoration and love.

So the moral of this sexy little tidbit. Even the kinkiest of people need some intense vanilla every now and then.

And now I shall run off and nap. I hope you enjoyed my little quickie. I certainly enjoyed writing it.

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