Bloody good sex 

A few days ago Husband went shopping online after I dropped hints. By dropping hints I mean I put my phone in front of him on the checkout page of Lovehoney. After the kids went to bed we went shopping properly and chose a few more things. A collar for me, fleshlight for him, stockings, a new flogger, lube and specialist fisting lube.
When the parcel arrived poor husband got several “can I open the box” messages from me, “patience Wife!” and “self control Wife!” were among the replies. I bet he was giggling at work with my begging messages.
When he eventually got home he didn’t open stuff straight away but I got my toys in the end.

We went to the gym late that night, with me collared. I was being a bit of a Brat, “I don’t wanna do that” – “it’s going to hurt” and similar, to which I got quietly reminded “if you don’t I won’t flog you” so I did as told, sort of. He made me do monkey hanging bar pull ups, which made my hands blister and ache, I needed slight revenge, so rather than just lifting my legs off the ground, I swung my feet and kicked him in the stomach/chest whilst still hanging. So technically still doing as I’m told here! After a bit more mucking about with exercise we go home (after midnight) and to bed. Not for sleep obviously…

I got the fleshlight on him, I wasn’t sure at first but I think it’s a hit. There just aren’t enough sex toys for men out there are there, it’s mean. Anyhow I seemingly overdid the lube as I wasn’t sure what was correct for this toy, the noises were comedy gold, squealching and bubbling everywhere. His hand wanders to my throat, so I move my chin up in silent submission, and he grabs me gently and pushes down. Not a violent suffocation, a sensual reduction in breathing, taking control. He shudders and wiggles and I go down on him whilst still using this toy on him. I can confirm that got him happy.

I didn’t get my flogging, but I did feel loved, desired and needed as he hugged into spooning, grabbing carefully at my boobs. Normally I hate his snoring, not tonight though, it sounded like grateful exhaustion. Cute chap woke up a few times and adjusted his grip to keep me pulled close. Thank you husband, the love is mutual, it’s not just sex.

Last night
Bloody sex. As I’m sure you know if you’ve been reading my diary, I like fisting a bit too much. Well if you’re a bit blood squeamish, stop reading…. that’s your only warning folks.

It is my period. We are no strangers to shagging during bleeding but I wanted to push things. I want fisting whilst bleeding. A big soft bath towel goes on our bed, and I lay naked waiting. A bit of mutual masurbation and a whole lot of dampness, I catch a glimpse of his Red bloody hand a few times. Blood is a bit of a phobia for me, owing to a nonkink near death experience, so for me this is edge play. It’s more than just a physical wank. He moves down the bed to get into his usual comfy position for fisting. Half of Me wants this desperately, for him to take my fear and turn it into a massive clusterfuck of multiple orgasms and trust. Part of me is terrified of dying, of bleeding to death, of saying goodbye in hospital again. He is respectfull and knows it’s more than sex, way more.

Sadly a combination of gym related pain from overdoing things and possibly the phobia it hurts to much to fully get his arm inside me. I’m disappointed in myself that I can’t do this… but we will at some point. He’s not grumpy or nasty as I call the game over instruction, he moves back up the bed and kisses me hard. His stubble feels like it is ripping my face. Then his hand comes up to my neck. His hand has my blood on it, and he’s carefully stopping my breathing with it. My mind is a ablaze. My blood is being spread on my body, and rather than being terrified I want more. I wish for a moment he was less caring, and he hadn’t stopped the fisting attempt. I want my blood all over my own tits, I want his happy wandering hands to paint me happy.

I keep wanking him as he presses harder with that damp hand on my throat, he stops me breathing long enough a couple of times to feel slightly light headed, and I’m ridiculously horny.
He shoots all over me, warm and sticky, satisfied and messy. He pops to the toilet for a quick wash, I just lay there grinning. I hold him as he sleeps, watch him as he breathes in and out and think about just how lucky I am to have such trust in my Husband. How the hell did I find someone like him? I’m a happy bunny, but too sexually high to sleep.

Rubber duck and bubbles

Yesterday Husband had a day off work as he had to attend hospital. He normally commutes almost 2 hours each way, so coming to our home town to hospital and popping back to work after is impossible. This meant he had free time where he wasn’t working and I wasn’t looking after our children, adult time, oh Yay!

It started nicely, he took the kids to school and left me sleeping. When he returned it was with croissants and pain au chocolate, he made some fresh coffee and sneaks upstairs to wake me.

I see him walking up the stairs holding a big blue tray, two plates, two cups and a cafetiere. Apparently breakfast in bed is like an aphrodisiac to me, as shortly afterwards we are hugging. I went to sleep wearing a nice Ann Summers bra and thong set with a fishnet dress over it. I knew that he’d wake up wanting me.


The hug got close and I suggest a bath together. Husband doesn’t take baths, he never has, he always has showers. But he accepts my offer, and I run us a bath with lavender bubble bath and call him in. Our cd collection is playing via MP3 from Husband’s mobile phone on the windowsill, this not only means we have nice sounds, but it also hides noises from the neighbours.

He gets in and brings Duck with him. I’m sat facing him, Husband’s back is towards the tap end. I starts off as an almost vanilla shared bath, but soon enough it gets naughty. His broken arm is holding Duck by my clit, his other hand is stroking around the entrance to my vagina. He slips two fingers in me but things are not moving smoothly, I joke that lube is pointless as it’s pretty much all water-based these days, and suggest the shower gel might be a better alternative. He rubs shower gel over my legs and tummy, and then dribbles it over his good hand. My mind goes naughty as it’s thick creamy shower gel, and it is white. The prefect choice for a kinky bath – I’d advise strongly against the use of tingly bath products for this purpose (never ever get Original Source on your genitals, trust me).

A few more gentle fingers and then he goes for it, his arm is deep inside me, the smell of coconut is in the room. I am happy and encourage him to do as he pleases, that I trust him and nothing he can do will be too rough. Relentlessly he keeps fucking me, with his broken arm tickling and teasing elsewhere. I was almost sat up for a short while as I react to the strong movements inside me, but then I relax and allow myself to sink backwards, to utterly relax and submit. I’ve hit the sexual high stage, all I care about right now are the orgasms, and I move instinctively rather than thinking about things first. As we are a couple who like breath play (AKA strangling or asphyxiation) the idea dawned on me that I’m in water, I can do the breathing thing myself. Mid-orgasm I smirk at him, gasp to take a deep breath and I go under the water holding my nose. I don’t stay under a very long time, I just want to test if it works for me. It does, it totally does.

I wait until the next time I want to call out, to moan or scream and at that point I go under, with Husband still thrusting his arm into me. I hold my nose and dive, the feeling is overwhelming and I am moaning underwater, I can see bubbles of air leaving my mouth. I know this is going to be good! I stay under longer than Husband was comfortable with and his foot pushes my neck and head out of the water in a gentle way. I didn’t think it was too long, I was still cumming! This game continued for around an hour and a half until his broken arm was going a bit stiff, causing him too much pain to carry on much longer. It was honestly the best sex I’ve had in my life.

He releases the plug to drain the water, and removes his arm from me. I’m euphoric, and high as a kite. We get out and help each other dry, He has a hospital appointment to attend for his arm, so we can’t just lie in each others arms, which is all I want to do when I am in this state. I adore what Husband can do to me, how he makes me feel. I walk downstairs with a massive grin on my face, and off we go to my car for the vanilla hospital trip.

Later we play on the kitchen table. It might sound basic, but it is fun. A wooden kitchen table is such a harsh, solid, unforgiving surface to lie on during sex that it makes a good place for making love in a more naughty way.

What was more naughty is it was daytime still, we weren’t home alone, so I had to attempt to keep my excitement quiet. I am a very vocal lover, so this ain’t easy. Our kitchen is at the front of our house, near a shared “green” where kids play and dog walkers frequently pass our window. There was some risk of getting caught, even if our genitals were facing away from he window, the blinds were not fully twisted to closed. I don’t think anyone saw, but next-door probably heard me shout “harder” at least once.

The wood was creaking and wobbling, I was climaxing and rolling about – every now and then I’d worry about falling off of that table. Husband is going faster and firmly, and ejaculates into my body. Nothing is as comforting to me when I’m horny as his semen inside me, an act of love resulting in warm dampness.  It was great fun, but my back did not agree as I’ve been in pain since then.

Next time, a pillow is needed. There will be a next time.