Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Lonely thoughts

Ramming. The continual ramming of his cock into my dripping, quivering cunt. As he withdraws and rams again I moan.

When he had come from the office in a huff I was worried. As he handed me his briefcase there was some mumbling about a client and an underhanded motion by opposing counsel. I have learned not to ask. So, instead I took off his shoes, handed him his scotch as we sat down to dinner, and hoped to help him take his mind off it later. Hoped.

The teriyaki chicken turned out well. But I know that he wasn’t really looking at it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was down right edible in his suit. I could tell he had been running his hands through his hair. When I stood up to clear the table I was surprised how wet I had become. And the rest of the night I couldn’t help but be reminded of how horny I was.

Pounding. The pounding of our bodies against one another as we make the the bed creak.

I watched him play Chutes and Ladders with the kids. I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing his neck. Probably not appropriate in front of the children, but I just kept staring at this delectable neck. I wanted to remove all his clothes so I could stare at the rest of him. With it being so cold lately, we generally jumped into bed quite quickly, so I haven’t been able to enjoy his nakedness for awhile.

The game got a bit out of hand. You all know how crazy Chutes and Ladders can get. The boys went to bed a little late, after everyone calmed down a bit. PJs and story time didn’t go fast enough for me. I think I skipped several pages of the three little pigs. There was only one pig and the wolf may have eaten him after only puffing half-heartedly.

Sighing. The calming of our heavy breathing as we curl into one another. Our sweaty bodies cooling together as we enjoy the rush around us.

I wake up in the night and stare at him. I’m craving to wake him up with kisses and licks, but he looks too peaceful. Instead I roll over and watch the clock. Wishing to fall back into my dream.


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