ErotiMama

After a night of phone sex with my lover, I still hadn't enough. So, with my husband lying on his side of our bed where we've conceived our children, I began to play with myself under the sheets.

 

Not sure if it was exhaustion from the day or if I actually finished. All I remember is waking up hanging off the edge of the bed with one of my previously mentioned children sprawled on 3/4 of the bed.

 

Don't know when she climbed into our bed.  At 4 a.m. wasn't sure where my husband was sleeping. At that moment, I just wanted to make sure my nightgown covered my pantiless crotch and then I turned into Super Mommy, reaching over to check the forehead for signs of fever and tucking the blankets around the little one.

 

As I began my day, I still  wondered where I left off with what seems to be the way the night ends -- solo pleasure. There's always tonight to try again.

Seven-year itch, part 2

As I nearly skipped up the stairs, I still didn't know what to do. Do I play the innocent or the aggressor?

When I climbed the last stair, he pulled back the sheets -- sadly he was still in his boxers, but I could clearly see the bulge through the moonlight. There was no denying his reaction.

I crawled onto the bed nearly on all fours and again slid up against him. My heart was pounding and I was trying to keep my breath steady. If he had asked me anything, I'm not sure I could've found my voice.

Seven-year itch

No matter where our lives take us, I'll always have a place in my heart -- and elsewhere -- for this man. Somehow he touched a part of a young college girl who'd travel miles to experience his tenderness. Given the chance, I do it again -- even now. He's truly one who always tempts me -- even without trying.

 

***

 

When I was in college, I had a huge crush on a family friend. He was older. Had long blonde hair, was a musician -- but of course, was married.

 

During one of his weekend jaunts, he skipped the hotel and stayed with me in a modest loft apartment.

 

The loft area -- the brochure dubbed it a townhouse -- was just barely large enough for a double bed, night stand and set of drawers. What I loved most about the layout was the skylight and the view from the top.

I remember how excited I was that weekend. I was giddy. I was ready to make this the weekend I let him know how I felt. Or, better yet, the one when we felt each other.

 

Before now, it was mainly flirting and the occasional kiss -- but nothing more.

 

I  expected nothing more than our usual companionship -- lunch, conversations, laughs -- but hoped he would leave the wedding band in the glove box and I could take full advantage of the seven-year itch some couples experience.

 

I have to admit, I was so nervous. Why was I? I'd laid several men before who were 'off limits.'  I conquered who I thought were challenges and had some of the best flings in my young life.

 

He's different. There's more to this relationship than random sex. I wanted this time to be love making.

 

My first ploy was the shower. I deliberately walked around in my robe half undone. I left the door unlocked hoping he would feel an urge. I spent extra time making sure the body wash was all over and peeked through the half-opened curtain in the bathroom mirror to see if I had an audience. He refrained. [I learned years later he did peek (or was it peak?).]

Perverted

Here's another example of how perverted my mind can be -- at the worst times ... a stanza in a children's book we like to read goes:

This time it was bigger
And louder and longer
Instead of stopping
It just got stronger.

For those of your wondering, the book is called "Ba-Choo" from Scholastic.

Who would think sneezing could be such a turn on.

--Always Tempted

Another rainy day distraction

The weather today was awesome. The overcast morning had me sitting at my desk with throbing between my legs. That of course, led to some very moist panties.

 

It was hard for me to concentrate most of the morning.

 

I later was distracted by my actual work.

 

I called the school for after school care and then realized that a resource like that could lend itself to so many possibilities on other days.

 

The wet, yet crisp air was just the perfect temperature for laying around inside with no lights and just the daylight streaming inside.

 

I hope we can enjoy each other again -- it's been too long.

 

--AlwaysTempted

One rainy, overcast day led to this ... (an edited version)

 

I can't wait:
-- to feel your touch -- both outside ... and in
-- to quiver as you glide your tongue all over 
-- to tighten as you slide your fingers inside me
-- to beg you to take me
-- to spread my legs and envelope your hardness

-- to scream with no inhibitions with the ecstasy that follows   
-- to lie with you on a rainy afternoon and do it all over again

 

AlwaysTempted -- a mama who remembers those good ol' days BEFORE marriage and kids