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There is something about spending the latter part of a Sunday afternoon in bed with your loved one.

Unlike the previous week, I didn't spend the hour following our extended Sunday session rolled up in a ball on the couch ... that's a good thing.

The bunny made a brief appearance -- I'm developing an increasing appreciation for animals...

and yes, BH, you still owe me two hours.

- him

a position is born

Busy day today – both BH and I attended to various chores. There were enough of them that we somehow didn’t manage to fall into bed together. Just before BH decided to “call it a night” a little early, she warned me:

“You’d better get a good sleep tonight – you’re going to need it”

I asked her what she meant and at first I got no response save for an evil twinkle in her eyes… and then she said

“Do you remember how last weekend you sitting next to me in bed with one of your legs draped over my arm?” (Editor's note: I'm not really going to attempt to explain this position... it would be too complicated, but suffice to say that we were fairly well tangled up)

The thing is, I do remember… all too well… After she said this, I brought her hand to the crotch of my pants and she could feel my rock-hard cock which came to life in a time best measured in milliseconds. So yes, I imagine she believed that I knew what she was talking about.

“I think maybe this time, we’ll spend three hours before you cum”

I was still thinking about the mental image she had painted for me… in fact I’ve thought about not much else since. Spontaneous sex is fun, but there is something quite delicious about anticipating an upcoming lust-filled event…

You know, I’m not sure when things changed around here… there was a time not THAT long ago, that I quite easily controlled our bedroom activity. It has always been a “thing” between us – a bit of a contest where once in bed, we sort of compete for the dominant role. It never really mattered who managed to grab it at first, because the second my fingers or face got even close to her pussy, it was game-over: she was all mine. Things aren’t so easy these days – she’s learned a great deal of self-control…

This is perhaps sounding a little strange to those who don’t know us because if you did, you’d know that normally there are absolutely no control issues between the two of us – it’s strictly a bedroom thing.

Being the one handing out the orders and setting the pace is certainly a lot of fun (as is pulling out my leather gloves), but there is something especially exciting about suddenly realizing that you’ve been rendered completely submissive to the other person. BH is able to absolutely drive me out of my mind in bed. It’s an over-the-top sensation that I have felt with nobody else and it comes from her being able to push all of my buttons – to the point where I find myself not conscious of anything but her fingers, mouth and my cock and nipples. And when she looks at me smiling just a little, with an expression much like the infamous Chesire cat was known to sport… well, that just about finishes me. It’s then that I realize she knows I am hers… she can ask me to do anything… And occasionally she begins to talk about what she’s about to do, or makes me tell her how much I’m enjoying her ministrations (threatening to stop otherwise)… and by that time, I’m so fucked-up and horny that I’ll babble on about what I need her to do… and I’m making embarrassing noises…

and she’s loving it and it’s obvious because it’s all over her face and if I’m able to get within touching distance of her pussy, the physical symptoms are in obvious evidence...

Finally there comes a point where I no longer really know what I’m doing except that I am trying to rub my cock against something… anything. If she refuses to suck me or handle me with her fingers, then I promptly turn into an animal in heat – rubbing my naked body against any part of her within rubbing distance… and it is out of that predicament, that the position she referred to was born…

I’ll be ready.

- him

tax time can be fun!

Chore-filled day today.

I did my share, but BH got stuck with doing our taxes. (Nobody roots out potential credits better than she does!)

You'd think there would be nothing fun about tax season but late this afternoon, BH emerged from underneath a pile of receipts, forms and printouts and asked out loud:

"How much does a girl get eaten for getting a nice tax refund?"

I stopped to think about that for a second... (Don't tell BH, but we don't need to get a tax refund for her pussy to get some oral attention... in fact I'd PAY a tax to do that ...)

Not waiting for an answer, she blurted out the amount of the refund...

BH is going to get one HELL of an eating tomorrow!

- him

early morning delight

I find that the first hour after waking up can often determine my mood for the rest of the day. If your day starts off on the wrong foot, it can be hard to turn things around.

For the second or third time in recent history, I woke up to the feeling of my cock being rubbed... very nice way of waking up!

I'm not a morning person, so whatever foreplay went on for the next couple of minutes is a bit hazy however whatever it was, it didn't last long.

BH wound up climbing on top of me and we started to just move and grind slow and easy -- her naked body against mine and her nipples occasionally grazing my chest. After a fair bit of that, I managed to roll her over without hardly missing a movement, and I continued thrusting into her from the top.

There is something very satisfying about hazy, early morning sex!

focusing on spring

It is a little more Spring-like here today. In Canadian terms, it means the thermometer registered something above freezing -- we take whatever we can get.

It won't be too long now before the tulips start pushing up through the near-frozen earth and that will mark the beginning of many new garden-related chores. Gardening / yard work are things that I am often ambivalent about. Given the right mood, it can be fun to work outside and get your hands dirty. At other times, it mostly adds up to a lot of bother.

At this point however, I'm imagining being outside with BH and she's wearing a nice tank-top and short skirt. Of course she's wearing no panties and quite naturally, the sun and warm weather are causing her to look a little sweaty.

What better to way to make gardening a little more exciting (and a little more energetic) but to grab BH in the garage while she's looking for a rake or something and to back her up against the wall, pin her arms high above her head, and to thrust my cock into her after I've pulled up her tank top over one of her breasts and begun to lick it madly?

I just know that making her parade around the yard without panties on is going to make her cunt leak continuously until it gets the service it yearns for... so perhaps, she'll bend over from time to time so that I might be able to ram my face between her legs and eat her vigorously?

I love Spring, I love Summer, but mostly I love sweaty sex.

- him

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