I think I used up all my creativity today..

He said, and sat down on the sofa with a smile.


I looked at his grey hair, his deep blue eyes, saw his smile, and felt the way my nipples hardened by the thought of waking up his creativity again.. Of course I knew, he was talking about work, but work wasn't exactly what was on my mind...


A tired man, who needs to be woken up..


I walked into the kitchen and opened the bottle of red wine, one of the bottles always in hand. A little too warm to his taste, but not my fault, that I like red wine with taste and temperature like mulled wine..? And what is a girl going to do when mulled wine is a drink for the winter period, and not for the month of June..


I looked down at myself, black skirt, nicely shaped and flattering around my slightly wide hips. Soft, see through black blouse, cut to a shape, showing the edges of my bra.. Just the blouse to get a man.. My breasts, the nipples feeling pointy and sensitive against the fabric of the bra, just by the thought of seduction.. The cunt, tickling.. Knickers, that I removed straight away in the bathroom, knickers wet with moisture..


I put the red wine at the table, 2 glasses, and did what I love to do, positioned myself with one leg on each side of his lap, knowing, that the cunt would rest on his leg. Feeling horny, my head full of fantasies, and without the will to resist rubbing my cunt just a little bit along the length of his jeans clad leg..


I felt his hands walking up my back, one hand taking a grip of my hair, his voice..


"You are wet like a slut.. I have fantasies of whipping that slut.."

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Philosophying effeminacy..

Well, first of all, I hope the "head liner" is correct, sometimes I use Google translate to find just the right word, and even though Google may be God, it is not always right..

In the early days of blogging I promised myself, well, hmm, early days, when I was very very young, 6 months ago.. I promised myself, that I would only "kiss-and-tell" about myself, and not about Him. It was my choice to blog, not his..

Sometimes it is really hard to find that limit of telling, which is why I haven't blogged a lot recently.

We have our challenges these days. We promised ourselves and each other, also in the early days, and felt absolutely certain, that our fabulous and great sex life would never suffer like others sometimes do, because of vanilla challenges. But we, I, have had to come to terms with, that even with our 40+ years experiences of love and life, we have exactly the same challenges as everybody else, sexually, too. The lust is reduced when challenges rise, and this can go on and on, like a vicious circle.. If we don't do something about it..

One of us needs closeness, the other needs acknowledgement.

One of us needs caresses, the other needs sex.

One of us needs conversation, the other needs understanding, that lack of conversation isn't lack of understanding..

We both need each other..

And please do not believe, that you now know exactly who is the woman and who is the man in this list of masculine and feminine needs, because it is not as simple as that. All the needs are universal to us, and perhaps is it so, that all we need is for one of us to take initiative.. Take the jump..

And, saying this, I will spank myself, literarily of course, in my ass, because of my habit of persevering over and over again in the same topics, into the extreme, a woman never knows when to shut up and stop the philosophies.. All I really want is a good spanking and a bit of physical sex.. Because with good sex, whether it being kinky or vanilla, everything else follows.. Closeness, acknowledgement, conversation, understanding..

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Quiet awakening..

It is turning spring time again.. OK, admitted, the calendar says it is summer, but well, this isn't a blog about the weather, I think.. Danes love to talk about the weather, by the way, just thinking of a sexy way to describe the sunshine today.. Suggestion, me being the weather girl on the news channel, telling you, that today will be very sunny, and then with innocence in face showing you a nice place in the woods with a picnic blanket on the ground, telling you that this is the perfect weather and place for a good fuck.. Wouldn't that make weather forecasts more interesting, perhaps..

Awakening, this morning..

I felt his hand on my throat, tightly, and I moaned..

I felt his hand pinch and twist my nipple, hard, and I whimpered..

I felt his hand, and my cunt got soaking wet, again.. The smallest of signs, a mere suggestion of what could happen shows the power he has over me, over my lust.. So little he needs to do, a hand, a pain beginning, a thought of more, and I get so horny, I can feel the moisture almost dripping, in my cunt..

He has taken control over my body, again..

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