Tag: Pegging (Page 1 of 3)

My constant horniness and my drive for orgasms brought on by his cock had turned me into a bit of needy sex slut in those first few weeks of our relationship. Luckily, my husband never tired of fucking, and the more I had, the more I wanted, especially outside the bed, which was a world I was really only starting to appreciate at this point.

One evening a few weeks into our relationship whilst we were cuddling on the sofa after a bent over the sofa arm fuck, he asked whether I had been fucked in every room in the house. (It was my place from before we got together). I admitted I hadn’t, and he said he thought we needed to put that right. I would have never been interested in such an idea before (I was more of a comfort kind of girl back then), and yet I found that I really wanted to do it.

So, during the course of the first few months, we did fuck in every room, firstly fairly randomly, latterly with a little more purpose to fill in the gaps. Then, I suggested we go round again this time doing anal (as we were fairly well practised by then) and during the second year, we added pegging too, as by then he was well used to being pegged and I was enjoying training his ass to take larger dildos.

During that time, the lounge was the most fucked in room; that sofa was thoroughly misused, with various sitting positions, being bent over the arms or seats and kneeling on the seat leaning on the back of the sofa to allow him access from behind. We could also almost lie out flat across the sofa, so he could give me anal and cuddle down behind me whilst he was doing it.

An early favourite location was at the bottom of the stairs; I stood one step up and bent at the waist and lay my lower arms flat on a stair. The effect was to make my ass the highest part of me and to really open out my cunt for viewing. I got excited, even then, by the exposure and the vulnerability. He still loves this position and a step lower for my feet works well for anal too. The rawness of this position really emboldened us to find interesting ways to fuck, not just on a rug on the floor in a given room.

And some rooms weren’t easy to fuck in. In the (really quite small) bathroom, we found a small piece of wall where Lazy Man was a viable position. We also found we could do Reverse Cowgirl with me sitting on him sitting on the toilet – a much repeated favourite.

The second bedroom was so full of stuff that standing up was the only option, and it was my first experience of being fucked up against a wall. It was also my first experience of my legs giving way after an orgasm and ending up being wedged up against the wall hanging on a cock. This position is even better in anal, as me being pressed against a hard surface means he gets real drive and power.

The final place inside that house that we ticked off was the kitchen. I know it is rather unhygienic to fuck in the kitchen, and I took a lot of persuasion to do it, but I enjoyed this enormously. Our favourite was bent over the sink, and I got fucked this way every couple of weeks. We also fucked against the washing machine, bent over the cooker (when it wasn’t on, of course), bent over the work surface, and on the floor. Anal in particular is unhygienic, so he really enjoyed nailing my ass in the kitchen. There is something incredibly dirty about being anally fucked in a kitchen, followed by cooking a meal in there shortly afterwards. I know it is wrong, but I just love it.

He initiated the idea of fucking in every room in that house, and that just morphed into something bigger. We’ve fucked in every bed we’ve ever slept in, every car we’ve had, every room we’ve stayed in and every room in every house we’ve lived in.

But there were two more places on that first property he had suggested, and it did take me a while to dare to try. We had a back garden and a shed, and he thought we should fuck in them. (There was no front garden – the door opened straight onto the street). I hadn’t fucked outside since university, and the garden was rather overlooked, so it would be a risky business. The breakthrough came one weekend when we’d been clearing out the shed. I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind (and we were on the verge of moving out, and my mind had come to the conclusion that I would regret not fucking in those two places, so I decided not to put panties on and when the shed was mostly clear, I bent over the workbench, slipped my skirt up over my ass cheeks and he got the message. The shed window had a net curtain, and I was facing the window, and given there was no light in the shed, I doubt anyone could see us, but it felt quite risky anyway. Over the course of the next week, we did anal and pegging in there too.

So, there was outside left. We had a gazebo with sides in the garden, so we fucked in there first. This was quite difficult, as it is hard for me to stay quiet when fucking, but we seemed to get away with it, by fucking late at night (as it was the summer). We did all three types in there, and cunt quite a lot more.

We finally began fucking outside properly when we got back home one night about 3am. I wanted a fuck and when we looked outside, it was pretty black. So, we stripped off and he fucked me in the middle of the lawn. It was amazing feeling the wind blowing over me. We only had two weeks before we moved house, so we did a couple more 3am encounters to do the anal and pegging, and our task was complete. In later times, we realised this was our first real sexual challenge, and I’m glad we did complete it. Each time we move, one of the first things he does in our new kitchen was to put a table on the wall with tick boxes for this challenge.

Since then, we’ve fucked in every shed, every garage (both inside and outside the car) and every garden (including front ones and communal ones). We’ve even fucked on the communal stairs and private balconies in the block of flats we’ve lived in and we’ve fucked a number of times late at night in our storage units.

We’ve never missed an opportunity, and the weight of all that history makes us determined to not miss one in the future.

And all that weight of history, all those amazing memories of fucks, all those taboo places and acts ticked off just make me want to wank myself silly. No wonder I’m always horny. Sometimes, even a good hard orgasm from my fingers isn’t enough to douse the horniness for long, and I have to go again and again, until my fingers can take no more. This has the feeling of being one of those times.

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee, even for me. I don’t know what is going on with my body today. I’m just ridiculously horny.

To be fair, I’ve been drafting blog posts all day, and I always end up horny, but writing these blogs is a careful balancing act. If I act on my horniness (i.e., if I cum), I lose interest and the ability to write sexy stuff. If I’m not the slightest bit horny at the start, I just can’t write sexy stuff at all, and I can’t force it: it just turns out boring and a turn off.

So, my struggle, loyal blog reader, is to stay horny whenever I’m writing and to only act on my horniness once I’ve finished for a writing session. That’s easier said than done, when you spend hour upon hour reading about and reminiscing about how your cunt was filled, or how your ass was filled or spanked, or how you got to lick a delicious juicy cunt. And the more frustrated I get (by not allowing myself to cum), the more filthily descriptive I get too. I put myself through this torture just for you all, which is why I’m always very pleased to find out that people wank to my posts. I want to be doing it, so I’m glad you lot are!

And getting to a hundred blog posts has brought about a bit of a checkpoint in my sex life, a bit of musing really, about me, how I’ve changed, how my sex life has changed and what this blog is doing for me.

I mean, I’m a totally different sexual beast than I was a nearly eleven years ago, when I first got with my now husband. I was very much an “in bed” girl at that point. I’d fucked a few women at university, but I’d decided to commit to my men of the time and tried to give women up (although there was the odd one who sneaked through). I also ended up not doing any sexual experimentation and turned very vanilla, really because the men in question were. None of them made me orgasm often from their cocks, and I genuinely thought it was me, that I was one of those women who had trouble cumming from penetration alone.

Indeed, the first time, my husband’s cock didn’t make me cum, although that was most probably him being out of practice at staying erect and therefore not fucking me for long enough to allow me to cum. But it felt so good to have him cumming inside me that I didn’t care. And I didn’t expect anything, so I was very happy.

I still remember how smug he was when he made me cum that first time. I’d told him I didn’t cum from penetration (to allow him to enjoy sex without focussing on something I thought wouldn’t happen). So, when his cock was rubbing on the top of inside of my cunt right behind my clit, and I told him how good it felt, he focussed on that one body movement. I think he sensed it. These days, I’d tell him to be careful and he’d slow down to prolong our fuck, but on that day, I just needed for once to cum by a cock, I was desperate to cum by penetration alone. But even then, I couldn’t resist trying to hang on, trying to delay what I then realised was the inevitable. But the tip of his cock rubbing was sooooo goooood that I didn’t stand a chance, and when I did cum, I gripped onto his body, cried out and shuddered in a way I never really had before, his continued rhythmic thrusting just prolonging my body-wide convulsions.

He did look smug, indeed, as he kissed me again, he told me I’d need to get used to cumming hard, because it was quite easy to make happen. I told him to not make a big deal of it, but secretly, I knew it was a big deal and that my sex life had just got a load better, and indeed, it is very infrequently that we fuck, and I don’t cum.

But going back to the beginning, and the night my now-husband first kissed me he could have fucked me if he wanted. Proper snogging with tongues, playing with my covered tits and deciding we should be an item seemed enough for him though.

During these early days of our relationship, long before we got kinky, we were very tentative, as I didn’t want to scare him off. I first got my tits out for him, and he first sucked on my nipples the third day we were together. He popped in several times on that third day, and each time, I got more brazen in thrusting my naked tits at him. He first fucked my cunt on our fifth evening (and as I have had a coil since well before this, we have always been bareback). My blouse was undone, and my bra was off, my tits proudly out in all their glory, and my skirt was pulled up around my waist (and I was pantyless from before he had arrived). I was playing with his cock and then rubbing my exposed crotch against him in Cowgirl, and he slipped in; I made him grow with a combination of my cunt muscles and having my naked tits in his face, and I made him cum inside me for the first time of many. How long had I waited for that, and how good did it feel? But a partially unclothed fuck set the scene and even to this day, I’m rarely totally naked for a fuck, not because I want to hide my body, but because partially clothed seems a whole lot sluttier.

We split our early fucking between the bed and the sofa although the sofa was definitely seeing more of the action. The second time I had his cock in my cunt, we were on the sofa, his cock was getting quite hard, and I just clambered up, pulled my panties aside and climbed on. Something like that was pretty unusual for me, but I couldn’t resist. The fourth time we fucked was in Reverse Cowgirl on the sofa, and that was quite a thing for me, as my ass was a little larger than on my photo and was still a little conscious of it. So, to put my ass as the main thing he could see was quite a thing. I remember him cumming pretty quickly, so he clearly liked what he saw.

Over the first few weeks, we fucked on the sofa more than in the bed, that poor sofa getting quite a hammering. (In fact, a few years later, we fucked it to death, one by one the springs going as we fucked on it. It gave its life for my orgasms, and for that, I am eternally grateful).

Little did I know when I got with my husband just how much of his sex life before me had been out of the bedroom. For many years, he was a big fan of ass up head down type positions and having a woman bent over stuff. The bulk of his sex life was friends with benefits type arrangements, and often, that was opportunistic not in bed type scenarios.

So, us fucking on the sofa gave him the impression that I was used to doing this, and he just carried on in the same vein. I was so turned on by the naughtiness of fucking outside the bed that I got carried away, my horniness levels were high and consistently so, and this only drove my requirement for some hard fucks.