Rooster's Greatest Hits

It is officially Closing Time at Sex.Life.Blog. I plan on this being my last post here, so we'll let this be good bye. Thanks for reading, and I hope you got a lot of enjoyment out of my tales. I'll say again, just for emphasis: everything I've written here is true (with the exception of posts clearly marked otherwise). The writings on this blog present a pretty accurate picture of one man's sex life over about 20 years with the woman he fell in love with and married. You can safely assume that Freya and I will go on having hot, dirty, kinky, loving sex in the future, and that I'll be just as crazy about her for the next 20 years as I've been for the last 20. I could therefore go on blogging here for years, I'm sure. But some things are better ended when they've run their course, which I think this blog has. Time to move on to something else, creatively.

I will not be deleting the blog - I've put way too much time into writing these posts to just zap them into oblivion. Plus I enjoy reading back over them. Below are links to some of my favorite pieces of work. Favorite in this case typically means "hottest", so if you're looking for smoking stories this is probably a good guide.

• If you're looking for true stories about threesomes (or even foursomes), I wrote all about our sex with Helen, her then-boyfriend, and our friend Nick. Anniversary Surprise, Our First Orgy, Our Second Orgy, Freya's Hot Lesbian Action, Handcuffing Helen, Helen and Freya Tie Me Up and Punish Me, Rooster Crowe is a Stallion, Rooster Makes Two Girls Come at the Same Time, Our First MMF Threesome, Freya Fucks Nick Alone, Listening To Freya Fuck Another Man, Freya Gets Double Teamed.
• I love to play sex games with Freya, and wrote about some of my favorites. Naughty Goth Girl, Mistress In Fishnets, Drunk Sorority Girl, Raping Freya, Mistress D, Sex Text, Another Session with Mistress D, The Hardest S&M Game I've Ever Played, The Hot Neighbor, Forced Shave, Sweet Pussy, My Wife's Affair, Freya Fucks Her Boyfriend, The Witch's Sex Toy, Breaking In Jiggles.
• Here's some stories about sex that was unusual or just plain hot. Cock Teasing In Order To Get Pregnant, Pregnant Sex, A Shower To Remember, Loud and Hard, Rooster Crowe Is Making Porn, Tell Me When You Want It Deep, Highway Blow Job.
• I wrote three posts in which I let my alpha male side run wild and exult in having taken Freya away from a potential suitor. I Am That Guy, Taunting Eric, The Alpha Male Returns.

There's plenty more where that came from, of course, so feel free to poke around. If you particularly like something feel free to send me an e-mail, which I'll keep checking.

Again, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed. It was fun writing it, that's for sure. See you around.

Rooster Crowe

Sex Report: The Last One

Since this is the last Sex Report I'm planning on writing it seems like it should be a really good one. Some kind of wild sex romp where Freya has like nine orgasms, we fuck for three hours, and I paint her face with the largest come shot ever produced by a human being. This being real life, however, the truth was somewhat less porn-o-riffic.

It was early morning on Saturday. Which meant it was Valentine's Day. Although like a lot of people we'd celebrated it the night before, going out to eat at a very nice steak place. However we hadn't had sex, and here I was Saturday morning thinking it would be just awesome to celebrate the true meaning of V-Day: with some hard core sex.

My wife wasn't disinterested, but she wasn't exactly hot for it either. I'd gotten her warmed up enough with some kissing and a couple fingers sliding up her thigh and between her legs, stroking her pussy until she started getting wet. Maybe not dripping, "Take me now baby" wet, but enough that I knew I could slide my cock into her pretty easily.

I got on my back and she straddled me, sliding that wonderful pussy back and forth across my shaft before she impaled herself. She felt so good, as always, and when she started rolling her hips I was in heaven. For a long time we just fucked each other in silence, my hands on her big tits while she rode me. All kinds of reasons why cowgirl is such fun, and one of the primary ones is it lets me play with her boobs.

"Would you like to bend me over in the shower?" she said after awhile.

"Why?" I asked, wondering what she was getting at. Because there's literally no chance of her coming when I fuck her that way. Being taken from behind just doesn't do it for her.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to finish," she said. That happens sometimes, especially when we jump into sex without a lot of preliminaries.

Now I was torn. On the one hand I wanted to see and hear her come. Freya's got a very pretty face, and when she's having an orgasm it's exquisitely beautiful. And what man doesn't love hearing their wife moan and groan in pleasure? On the other hand, the longer we'd been going at it the more aggressive I had started to feel. Sometimes it's like that for me. The act of having my cock inside Freya, of filling her softness with my hardness, makes me feel dominant. And that's what had happened that morning. Offering her body for me to use only increased those feelings.

"How about you get on your hands and knees," I said. "I think I'd like to fuck you that way."

She climbed off of me and did as I asked, taking up a position on her hands and knees while I got behind her. I grabbed her wide hips tightly in my hands as I pushed into her, my cock sliding in quite easily. Then I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head up and back.

"Who do you belong to, slut," I snarled as I thrust into her. Yeah, I was feeling really aggressive.

"You," she gasped out. Every time I slammed my cock into her she was making a little noise of pain. "Please take it easy."

Instead of going easy I fucked her harder and yanked back even more on her hair, making her cry out.

"Are you my bitch?" I demanded.

"Yes," she said desperately.

"Say it!" I commanded her. It had only been a minute or so of hard thrusting, but I was already close to coming.

"I'm your bitch," she gasped out. "My pussy belongs to you."

That did it, as she kept gasping and begging me to go easy I climaxed, the come pouring out of me as I grunted and moaned. It felt like I unleashed a gallon of come inside her, and it just went on and on. Finally I stopped thrusting, letting go of her hair.

I guess you could say that was her Valentine's Day present for me. Beats candy or flowers, that's for sure.

Sex Report: A Challenge

"How about a challenge?" Freya said to me. She was responding to my suggestion that we have sex. She was definitely interested, but the look in her eye told me she wasn't going to make it easy for me.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked her.

"How about you try to make me come using just your hand," she said. Her cheeks were a little red with embarrassment, which is pretty cute. I've asked her for all kinds of wild and kinky things, and here she gets a little shy asking me for something that's not really outrageous.

"And if you can make me come, then you get to come too," she continued.

Huh. I'll admit to being intrigued, but I was also concerned. See, although I'm game for making my wife come with my hands, tongue, cock, or any other part of my body that works, I've not had a lot of success in stimulating her manually. The problem is she gets frustrated with my efforts, as I'm not as good at it as she is with her own fingers. I'll sometimes press too hard, or go to fast, and that throws her off enough that she can't quite finish. I have made her come with my fingers before, but it's been awhile. Normally after some hand play she just wants to fuck. Apparently my dick is a whole lot better tool for getting her off.

"How do I get to come?" I asked, wondering if she had anything in mind.

"I don't know," she answered. "I hadn't really thought about it."

Ah, so she expected me to fail. Well that settled it. I'd make her come all over my hand, then I was going to....well, I wasn't sure what. But it was definitely going to involve me coming in or on her.

So I took up the challenge. But just to show you I'm not a complete idiot, I didn't right away jam a couple fingers in her pussy and start rubbing. I've been married long enough to know that a little warm up goes a long way. So to start with I didn't put my hand anywhere near her groin. No, I kissed her, stroked her hair, her breasts, her thighs. I talked to her, telling her how hot she was. This had the advantage of stroking her ego while also being completely true. Only after I'd gotten her nice and relaxed did my fingers slide up her inner thigh and onto her pussy. And even then I took it slow. I rubbed gently, just a couple fingers moving slowly around the area of her clit. Too much clitoral stimulation puts her off, so instead I took it easy.

I kept that up for a long, long time. Swirling my fingers around her pussy, taking note when she seemed to particularly enjoy me rubbing one area or another.

"That's a good motion," she said at one point as I rubbed two fingers in a circle around her clit. She was rocking her hips ever so slightly, and I could feel her getting wetter. She still was a long way from coming, though.

I kept rubbing her for a long, long time. And as I did it was amazing to feel her pussy change beneath my hand. As she got more and more turned on she got wetter, obviously, but it was more than that. I could feel the tissue swelling up, and even wilder her cunt opened up more and more. To begin with I had my fingers above her slit, rubbing on the surface. But as she got more and more into it, spreading her legs and bucking her hips, her hole seemed to get bigger and I found that about half my fingers were inside her. The areas most in need of attention shifted as well, moving lower. I wasn't rubbing around her clit any more, I had moved down to where I was putting most of the pressure on the area just above her slit. And clearly it was working, she was bucking her hips hard into my hand, and placed her hand on my wrist to try and help guide me a little. I had her on the edge, and visions of how I was going to claim my prize danced in my head. I wasn't sure how I wanted to come. I'd narrowed it down to either fucking her doggy style (no doubt with a fist full of her hair) or fucking her tits. I hadn't done that in ages, and it seemed like it might be fun to spurt all over her boobs.

But it turned out I was putting the cart before the horse. Because although I had her close, I was having serious trouble putting her over the edge. I blame Freya. Hey, it's my blog, I can blame who I want. Seriously, though, she was making it difficult. She'd grab my wrist with her hand and push down on my hand, seriously restricting my ability to move. Then when I couldn't swirl my fingers just right she'd get frustrated. And in Freya frustration kills orgasms. Me, I love being teased and denied. She just gets angry. So about the fourth time I had her on the knife's edge, only to lose it, she pushed my hand away entirely.

Now things could have ended there. After all, I'd failed at our challenge. I'd not gotten her off with my hand. She would have had a good case for saying "Time to sleep", and as frustrating as it would have been I couldn't really have argued.

But she had to push it.

She reached over and took my hard cock in her hands, squeezing and rubbing it. And the more she did that the less content I was with the idea of just rolling over and going to sleep. She had me gasping and squirming as she squeezed, and I started thinking some very crazy thoughts. The kind of internal dialogues where part of me tried to convince the rational section of my brain that raping her would be a good idea, that what she really wanted was for me to "force" her. That all would be forgiven in the morning.

Luckily I didn't have to find out which part of my psyche would have won that argument. Because instead of saying "No", as I expected, when I told her to spread her legs so I could fuck her she obediently followed my command. I was on her in a flash, sinking my cock into that warm, soaking wet pussy. She was holding herself open, using her fingers to pull her labia obscenely wide, giving me maximum ability to penetrate.

We fucked like a couple of animals, me plunging hard and fast, she gasping and bucking up into me. I tried not to go too crazy, to give myself a chance at holding out for awhile. All my resolve was lost, though, when I heard her whimpering and felt her orgasm beginning. I started slamming into her with all the force I could.

"Oh, baby, keep going," she moaned. She never calls me 'baby' during sex, except when she's out of her mind with pleasure. That was all it took, the come poured out of me in one huge spurt after another. She was moaning now, coming with me as we both pounded our way through orgasm.

Did I win the challenge? Hard to say I lost, considering how things ended up. On the other hand (hah!) I didn't make her come the way she'd requested. How would you score that, officially?

Maybe we'll call it a tie.

The Why of Sex Blogging

I've been carrying on an imaginary conversation in my head. I picture someone, a prospective sex blogger perhaps, asking me some questions. Here's my answers.

Why do you blog about your sex life?

Bottom line: it's fun. I started blogging about it because I wanted to brag a little bit. Not in the sense of "Hey, my sex life is better than yours". Because honestly, when it comes to sex blogs there's plenty of people with much wilder stories to tell than me. As I often say, though, it's not a contest. Just because someone else's sex is more on the edge doesn't preclude them from giving me a virtual high five. There's also a powerful exhibitionist element to it. It's a heady feeling knowing that people read about my exploits and get turned on. A couple readers have said they used some of my stories as inspiration in their own sex lives, and I can't imagine a higher compliment for a sex blog.

Does blogging about it help your sex life?

I think it does, if only because it's made me think about what I like and why. It's also been great writing about stuff I've done in the past and reminding myself just how much sex I've actually had. It's easy to think only about the here and now, but reading back over the stories I've written sometimes makes me think "Wow, my wife and I have done a lot of fucking, and some of it was pretty kinky". That's helped give me new ideas, or reminded me of things I'd like to do again.

I've also come to appreciate my wife a lot more. Writing up all the things we've done together has really driven home how sexy, passionate, and kinky she is. Day to day, with kids and work and all the other pressures of life, it's easy to forget how hot she is in the bedroom. Writing up the stories of our sex life has been a great reminder.

Is there any down side to sex blogging?

A couple of things. One is the pressure to do something blog-worthy. I sometimes find if I haven't had sex for a long time (a week or so) I start feeling like I better get some soon, or I'll look like the worst sex blogger ever. The other problem, and I know this isn't just me, is that sometimes you find yourself thinking "How am I going to blog this?" all the time. I'll be getting my wife naked, running my hands over her body, and I'll find myself trying to cement what we're doing and saying in my head for later blogging. That can be a little distracting. I've also found myself once or twice holding back on saying something really outrageous in bed, thinking "Do I really want to write about this?" Which is crazy, since I don't have to write anything, but my self-imposed commitment makes me think I do.

I've had sex, I like writing about sex - should I be a sex blogger?

Sure. But I'll caution that you should decide how much you want to reveal about yourself ahead of time, and make sure that's enough to keep an interesting blog. I've chosen to write only about sex, and give only the barest details about the rest of my life. Other sex bloggers, such as the very popular Always Aroused Girl include a lot more about their life outside of sex. Since I've been having sex for 20 years and have sex with my wife on a regular basis that gave me enough to write about - mostly. I still had occasions where I struggled. If you're pretty new to the whole sex thing you'd better be ready to write about other stuff or you'll find yourself lacking in material. It doesn't have to be details about your life, it could be your reviews and analysis of porn and sex toys, or maybe your observations about beauty and fashion. Heck, you could intersperse details of your sex life with reviews of horror movies, if you think you can find a way to combine those into a whole that would attract readers.

I'll also say that what you write about is for the most part less important than how well you do it. Some of the best sex bloggers can make seemingly vanilla sex sound very, very hot. They're helped by the fact that sex is, in fact, quite erotic: the simplest, least kinky sex I've ever had was hotter than any porn I've ever read. And yet bad writing can just kill the sexy. There are some sex bloggers that can use a single sentence to describe a sex scene and make it scorching, while less skilled writers can make an S&M orgy seem boring. Take care with how your write, not just what you write about.

End of Days?

Fair warning: I'm giving serious thought to ending the blogging days of Rooster Crowe. Not due to any crisis, I'm just feeling like this blog has pretty much run its course. I've shared the details of my past, and hopefully painted a pretty good picture of my current, sex life. I don't really lack for things to write about, since I intend to keep nailing Freya for decades to come. But I can't shake the feeling that it's getting a bit repetitive, at least in my descriptions. Sex with my wife never gets old, but I'm not sure I'm a good enough writer to keep it interesting to read about.

It's also the case that I've got some other bloggy type things I'm mulling, and there's only so many hours in the day. With kids, and work, and all the other things in life I have to spend my time on I can't really maintain multiple blogs, not and do any kind of justice to them.

Anyway, that's what I'm thinking about. This isn't a thinly veiled attempt to get lots of people to hit me with "Please don't go! I love your writing so much!" messages. I've gotten plenty of positive blog feedback in the past, more than enough to satisfy my ego. I just figured it would be nice to say something before having a "This is my last post" message.

And I'll definitely keep writing for a bit, at least through Valentine's Day. Because for the first time in three years I intend to get laid on V-Day, and darn it I want to brag about it.

Breaking The Prisoner

The room was well lit, but sparsely furnished. A bed, a desk with a computer on it, not much else. Laying on the bed was a gorgeous 19 year old girl. She was, much to my delight, completely naked. Even more intriguing was the fact that her wrists were encircled with leather cuffs, with ropes securing them to the bed. Thus her arms were up over her head, causing her rather large tits to be thrust up a bit. She had her legs pressed tightly together, but both of us knew there was no way she could protect her pussy if I wanted it. She was here, and she was mine.

There wasn't really any fear in her eyes, though, because this was just a sex game we were playing. One of our more elaborate, at least at that point in our relationship. The game was simple. I'd made a little program on the computer (a Commodore-64, and honestly how many of you have even seen one of those much less used it for sexual purposes?) that let her type in a number. Then it cleared the screen and locked. I had to type in the number she'd chosen in order to unlock it. My goal was to torture her until she told me the code. How very "24" of us, no? Of course my tortures weren't going to involve blow torches or bamboo shoots under the fingernails. They'd be a lot more sexual in nature, and not so painful. Oh, and afterwards I was going to fuck her. I can't remember if that was supposed to be part of the game, me "raping" her after I got the information I wanted, or if we just figured it was the natural outcome. She was 19, I was 21, and pretty much all our evenings ended up with sex.

I started in on her, telling her to give me the code or I'd hurt her. She refused, naturally. Wouldn't have been much of a game if she'd given up right away. So I started i on her. First I slapped her across the tits. Not that hard, really. But enough to sting a little, and there's something about getting smacked in the boobs that puts Freya into a submissive mode. If I slap her across the face that makes her angry. The looks she's given me when I've done that have been murderous. And yes, all those occasions when I've struck her on the cheek were part of a game. I've never raised my hand to her outside of sexual situations where she'd agreed to it ahead of time. Anyway, a face slap raises her hackles, but a slap on her big, soft boobs just makes her blue eyes widen and her attitude a lot more cooperative.

Anyway, a few minutes of me slapping her breasts had her breathing heavy and wincing every time I twitched my hand. I was playing cat and mouse games with her, holding my hand up for an extended period before I'd deliver a blow. Sometimes I'd swing hard, then pull back so I only lightly touched her. Other times I'd deliver a stinging slap out of nowhere. Again, I hasten to add that I was hardly beating her up. No bruises, no welts, not even any lasting red marks on her boobs. We were playing, and serious S&M types would probably laugh at me even calling it torture. But hey, it worked. A few minutes of that and she was telling me the code.

Or so she claimed. When I went to try it on the computer, though, I got an "Access Denied" message. She'd just made up a number to buy herself a break. Needless to say that pissed me off. As I came back to the bed she had a smirk on her face. Back then I wasn't comfortable with calling her names, otherwise I'd probably have said something like "Ok, bitch, you asked for it". I'm sure my look carried that message loud and clear, though.

I started with twisting her nipples. Now Freya's nipples are pretty flat, with very broad areolas. (That's my favorite kind of nipple, by the way). So I pinched a pretty broad area of skin in my fingers, then twisted. Again not as hard as I do now, as we were young and still exploring the boundaries of our sexual preferences. But hard enough to make her face take on a pained expression, biting her lower lip as she tried to endure. I'd twist first one nipple, then the other, and occasionally sprinkle in some slaps to her tits. I'll give her credit, though, she still wouldn't talk. I'd ask her what the code was and she'd say "I don't remember". So I tried a new tactic, that of mental rather than physical torture. I put my hand over her mouth and then pinched her nose shut, cutting off her ability to breath. Fifteen or twenty seconds of that had her twisting in her bonds, trying to get her mouth out from under my hand. I'd take it off, letting her breathe a few big gasps, then clamp it back on. I never kept her unable to breathe very long, and this is one thing that even today I'd be hesitant to push. Breath play can be dangerous, and the last thing I want to do is hurt Freya seriously. Even just playing at this torment was working, though. After letting her breath for a few moments when I moved to cover her mouth she moaned "Not again".

She still wasn't broken, though. I'd ask her for the code, and she'd say nothing. I decided to try something new, a little thing I'd thought of specifically for this. Going to the table I picked up something I'd hidden behind the computer. A long white candlestick. I approached her with it, and apparently the look in my eye told her exactly what I intended to do with it. She knew without me threatening that I intended to fuck her with it.

Now you have to understand that back then she'd never played with any sex toys. She'd never used a dildo or a vibrator, and the only things that had been inside her were fingers (hers and mine) and of course my cock. The candle I had wasn't very big around, so it wasn't like I was threatening to fuck her with some monstrous object. But she broke down instantly, calling out the code before I even took three steps towards the bed. I typed it into the computer, and was granted full access.

Having won our little game I untied her hands and fucked her right there on the bed. To be honest I don't remember the details of the sex. I'm sure it was awesome - even at 19 she was an incredible piece of ass, and like me she'd gotten quite turned on during out little game. We haven't played anything quite like that since, but maybe we should. With laptops we could play it in any room, even our bedroom. Of course I'd have to use something a lot bigger to threaten her with. She's hardly the queen of sex toys, but she's had enough of them inside her (including one rather large dildo that's way bigger than me) that she wouldn't be intimidated so easily. She's tougher in a lot of ways after years spent gaining experiences such getting tattoos, giving birth, and generally living life. It'd be fun to see how much longer she could hold out now, and what it would take to break her down.

Plus she's still an incredible piece of ass.

Sex Report: Kiss of Bliss

When I have sex with my wife there's usually a certain sense of urgency, an intensity that's both physical and emotional. When I kiss her I do so hard, a lot of times like I'm trying to devour her. My fingers tend to dig into her soft flesh, I push my cock hard and deep into her pussy, and generally there's an air of animalistic desire to the whole affair. There's a number of reasons for this, the primary one being that when it comes to sex I'm fairly aggressive. I tend to be dominant when we have sex, and a lot of what I do with (or to) Freya is in support of that. I simply adore being the hardness to her softness, the penetrator to her receptor. I'm sure there are some women who would find me a lousy lover because they don't like their sex that way. Luckily I'm married to Freya, and judging by how hard and frequently she comes when we have sex I'd say she's into it.

So over the weekend we had a very different kind of sex. It was morning, and that alone put us in a different place than usual. Most of our sex happens at night, as you can imagine. It's always been that way, but once we had kids that got even more pronounced. Having little ones either crying for their bottle or running around their rooms wanting breakfast is not conducive to sex. If you've got kids I'm not telling you anything you don't know, if you don't then trust me.

But this weekend we only had the baby home with us, thanks to a sleepover at a friend's house. And come 10 AM or so it was time for baby to take a nap. Gee, what could a couple of parents do on a fine weekend morning while their infant child snoozed? Yeah, maybe five minutes after we put the baby down we were both naked in our own room.

Now me, I was ready to move to The Plan. I will admit to being perhaps too goal oriented in sex. I sometimes think of the whole process as a series of stages to be reached, kind of like a naked version of Super Mario Brothers. The stages go something like this:

1. Get Freya naked
2. Play with her body
3. Get cock inside Freya
4. Make her climax
5. If possible, repeat (4)
6. Fill Freya's pussy with come

Maybe a little on the predictable side, but it's a great plan. And given how it's led to a couple thousand orgasms on her part and tons of sex I would rate as "Awesomely Epic" I think I'm on solid footing. So having achieved (1) I was moving to (2), trying to pull Freya to me so I could get my hands on those big, soft boobs of hers. She pushed me away, though. Playfully, but firmly.

Instead of letting me fondle her she had me lie on the bed, on my back. Then she proceeded to tease me a little. She kissed and nibbled on my neck and chest, and rubbed her tits all over my body. That's a reason I'm totally into women with big boobs, the thrill of having them dangle them over you and drag them all across your flesh. Every time I tried to put my hands on her she would shoo them away, making me lay there passively while she worked on me.

When my wife stood up beside the bed and started pulling her hair back into a pony tail I wanted to high five someone. Because I figured she was doing it in preparation for sucking me off a little. She usually pulls her hair back when she goes down on me to keep it out of the way. Nothing is more distracting while blowing a guy than having stray hairs in your mouth. It turns out, though, that her lips weren't going anywhere near my dick. Instead she straddled me, lining her hips up with mine so that our groins were pressed together. My shaft was lodged in the groove of her pussy, right between her labia. I could feel that she was wet, that her slit was right against the base of my dick. She still wouldn't let me touch her, as I found out when I tried to put my hands on her tits. I had to lay there with my hands behind my head as she slid her pussy back and forth on my cock, getting it nice and wet and not incidentally driving me crazy with lust. Then she slid onto my cock, impaling herself with a single slow thrust. It felt so good to be inside her I wanted to cheer. I did tell her how good she felt, and she smiled.

Now even when my wife is on top our sex often goes according to the plan I detailed above. Years of sex with me has had its effect, and when she fucks cowgirl she rides hard. I love the way she does that, grinding against me hard and deep as she tries to make herself come. And the closer she gets to orgasm the more force she puts into her hip gyrations, to the point that she often gets to bouncing up and down on me with wild abandon. No doubt about it, this girl really knows how to ride a cock.

That's not how she fucked me this time, however. She was moving slow, sliding her pussy back and forth on my cock as if she was in no hurry. And she was kissing me, leaning over to put her lips on mine. They weren't the hungry kisses of unbridled lust, but more gentle and soft. Sometimes I get too aggressive when I kiss Freya, putting my hands behind her head and pulling her towards me. Makes her feel trapped sometimes. Not my intention - when I do that it's because I'm trying to express physically the consuming passion I have for her. These kisses weren't like that, though. They weren't the casual "See you later, honey, I'm going to work" kinds of kisses we trade in the morning. They were wetter, with more tongue, but not to the point of being intensely sexual. That's a funny thing to say about kisses that were delivered while we were actually having sex, but that's the way it was. It was like our lips were pressed together as they someplace where we were making out in semi-public, an expression more of love and affection than anything, while at the same time the rest of our bodies were engaged in a much more intimate expression of our union. One thing for sure, it was heavenly. Not hurried or intense, just a slow journey together as we kisses and fucked each other seemingly forever.

I won't lie, things got a bit more intense as Freya approached climax. Her movements got more urgent as she started bouncing on my cock rather than just rolling her hips slowly. I had my hands on her hips now, pulling her onto me with every down stroke. We weren't kissing any more, she had pulled up and I could see her face twisted with the exquisite agonized look of one about to have an orgasm. My own climax was boiling up as well. I'd thought I would be able to hold out, to maybe give her the chance for more than one orgasm, but as she got close to coming I realized I was done for. We both finished, me crying out and twisting while she moaned and fucked herself into oblivion. For both of us it was a long, intense finish to what had been a very languid session of sex.

We lay together in bed for a long, long time after that. I spent most of that time thinking of those kisses, and how much I love the woman who was giving them to me. Don't worry, though, I'm not likely to turn into a squishy romantic now. Next time we'll probably be back to the aggressive, maybe even rough, fucking. Next time we've got plenty of time and nothing to do, though, we may try that again. It was a very nice change of pace.