I know I’m a very naughty girl, even though my lover refuses to say so.
I am in my sixties, 5′ 3″ breast size 38D and have never had the urges I do now. Thank God I am retired, and at the moment, no projects to distract me from satisfying my lover and myself. My lover is also in his sixties and experienced enough to know what he wants from a woman.
Erotic day and night dreams are constantly with me. I went for many years learning how to pleasure myself because my husband and I always seemed to be disconnected. Now that I have a lover, I dream about things both of us do to each other and things I would like us to do.
Neither myself nor my lover has a perfect body, but it doesn’t seem to matter. After many decades of being a woman, my lover asked me to shave my pussy. I agreed and even offered to let him do it. He did not feel he had steady enough hands to hold a razor to me. Happily, I keep my pussy as clean-shaven as possible. I had been so disconnected from sex that I didn’t even know it was a thing or that some men, maybe all, love to see a bare pussy.
I had never known about tit torture until recently. I can’t say I have experienced it because everything he does to me is pure pleasure. Even if I didn’t enjoy it, (and I do very much) I would love it because he is the one doing it and I assume he must like at least some of it, or he wouldn’t do it.
If tit torture is having your nipples pinched, twisted and grabbed, then I guess I am a fan. He also has introduced me to breast and pussy spanking. Again, because it is him, I can’t get enough. I can sit in this chair typing and get so excited I want to strip down naked and jump him. I would not say we are totally into bondage, but we are getting more into it all the time. He doesn’t want to be restrained, ever. And I am good with this. In fact, I wouldn’t even want to restrain him.
With my hands bound above my head, he slaps my body with sex toys and fucks me until I can’t even walk. He has had to help me walk to the bathroom afterwards, because I am so shaky.
Recently he’s introduced me to nipple jewelry, but we are having a hard time finding what works for both of us. The magnetic jewelry I’ve tried by myself and then shown him. It is almost impossible for me to put on, and if it slips, it would pinch me with a strength that is too hard to pull the magnets apart. We could only use it to look at briefly. He has tried clamps on my nipples, but getting the right position at the right tension also makes it impossible to stay in place.
Our favorite so far are elastic bands with jewels. The jewels have beads that can squeeze the nipples to just the right strength. I love the tightness and he loves the dangling jewels. As long as he is touching me, making it tighter or taking it off, I am turned on.
We’ve even talked about getting my nipples pierced, and he seems to be all for that. I love to have him stretch my breasts by just pulling on the nipples as far as they will go, and flick them. He’s mentioned he loves to see them stand at attention. I worry he wouldn’t be able to do that if pierced. Fearing he could accidentally rip my nipples or my clothes, towels or bedding could, we’ve put this off for now.
We’ve been experimenting with a makeshift spanking bench. This has been one of the most exposed positions where I really feel the naughtiness showing itself. He places a dog grooming table padded with a quilt in the middle of our living room, blindfolds me, leans me over the table, and then binds my hands together underneath the table. This is a risky place as we have many windows which could easily allow someone walking past to watch our lovemaking. The windows have some coverings over them usually, but still, if someone tried hard they could see inside. He spanks my ass with his bare hand, with belts, and rulers. We are making do until we feel we can afford to purchase a bench made for this.
Having another person or couple joining us is out of the question. We are comfortable doing what we do alone. We even use language we would never use outside of lovemaking.
Some of my favorite sexual experiences are some of the same things we always do but in different locations. For instance, we are sometimes snuggling on the couch watching TV and my husband/lover will say, “I will meet you in the bedroom. Take off all your clothes and sit in the closet. You can take a pillow if you need one.”
The bedroom closet is a walk-in but not really big. It is hard to move around and not have the racks of clothes touch you.
He is actually more forceful sexually than he is in other situations. I always do exactly what he asks because he is in control and this really turns me on. I have sat on the pillow and he comes into the closet with one of our many masks. After placing the mask over my eyes, he usually turns on a dim light so he can see. I would love to have a video camera set up in there so I could watch it later.
One time, he positioned me on my knees and grabbed the back of my head, clutching a handful of hair. He pushed me hard up against the closet wall and told me he had something for me. When he asks me questions, he likes the response to be, “Yes, Sir.”
While in the closet, he is pushing his cock in my face. I immediately begin licking and sucking. Usually right away I can taste his pre-cum. My mouth is synchronizing the rhythm that he is forcing with the fast thrust of my head being used like a fuck toy. My lips are being forced to bring his seed into me as fast as possible. I always enjoy the feel of his cock in my mouth and throat, while still taking the time to run my tongue around his wet head. When all of his seed has burst into my mouth, I swallow. Finding seed still leaking out, I love to wipe it all up with my fingers and then suck it off. You would think this would be an exciting enough evening. However, in this stage of our lives, it is not. Now he wants to pleasure me. I am all for this and comply with any requests he has.
Like, for instance, when I am told to stand and turn toward the closet wall and place my hands against it as low as I can.
He always helps me get into position carefully and asks if I am comfortable or if I need anything.
Placing a folding chair behind me, he sits, as my ass is now in a vulnerable position for him to do whatever he finds enjoyable at the moment. This night I feel his hand rubbing my ass and all my holes with some of my favorite lubrication that starts tingling within seconds.
Next on to the rushing sensation, an artificial cock shoved up my ass. He gently gets it into position, being careful I am alright and then he turns forceful. Thrusting the cock in and out as hard as he can, at the same time grabbing my pussy. Not being one of those women who squirts all over the place, he growls at me. “Cum, it’s mine!”
Bringing me to a whimper and almost tears each time, he makes me surrender my juices as he continues to pull on my clean-shaven pussy.
On some occasions, before we leave the couch, I hear his gruff voice say, “Go in the bedroom and put on my favorite nightie and sit on the foot of the bed.”
Knowing which nightie he is referring to, I oblige. It is nothing more than a sheer cover-up that ties between my breasts. The panties are just a triangle of lace and a thong.
He positions the folding chair in front of me right after he places a mask over my eyes. He straps my wrists together with a short chain between them. I’m ordered to keep them above my head. Even though he can see my breasts, he pulls them out from under the sheer negligee. As he pinches and twists my nipples, I can feel the dampness between my legs.
Out of nowhere, my breasts get slapped. He tries for a satisfying sound of the slap before he pushes me backwards into a supine position with my feet allowed to dangle or rest on the edge of the bed next to my ass. He mentions he needs more practice to get the right sound with the slap. Jokingly, he suggests a mannequin or something similar to practice on. I beg him to practice all he wants on me.
With me now on my back, he slaps at my inner thighs because he likes better access. Sometimes he sounds mean when he moans, “Open up.”
My legs are now as wide open as I can get them, and sometimes, I rest my feet on his chair. Finding myself squirming, I squeeze my legs against him. He does not like that and voices it harshly with another slap to my inner thighs.
We have gone to some adult stores and bought a few items, but we also use things lying around the house for our sexual fantasies. He slapped my breasts and pussy this evening with rubber exercise straps. They are basically huge rubber bands. It took him a few tries to find the perfect strap and the angle to slap that gives both myself and him pleasure.
Recently we started testing out an electric toothbrush. This was actually my suggestion because of something I had read. I was wearing a mask and was speechless later to learn he had only used the back side of the brush. He’d been afraid to use the bristles on my soft tissue. Truthfully, I can’t wait till he tries the bristles. The backside of the vibrating brush pushed me over the edge several times. This wasn’t a surprise because his hands can do that to me. This vibrating little plastic head up against my most private parts was driving me insane.
I leveraged my feet to the chair and pushed back and forth, again and again. This action slides my body up the bed and then back toward the chair. My breasts were bare and I could feel them bouncing as if I were jumping up and down naked. I can remember asking him the next day if he had noticed because I knew both of his hands were very busy between my legs. His response was a purr and, “Yes, I was paying attention.”
When I suggested the electric toothbrush months before, I’d mentioned it was not to be put inside me. Come to find out, he also did research and learned that by placing the brush into a condom, he could then use it inside me. This marriage has never seen a condom. We will see if the bristles get used sometime soon. He doesn’t want to hurt me, so we have safe words. Believe it or not, I’ve asked him to hurt me. It never hurts, it excites me. If it ever really hurts, I will use one of our safe words.
I will finish this story by sharing how we love to end a night of sex and love. We live in the desert, but in the winter, nights are still cold. I have asked him to push me up against a window while we are still naked, of course. The icy damp glass takes my breath away. We are usually sweaty from our activities.
The window is a fantasy I always play over and over in my mind. We use a window that faces the backyard. It is highly unlikely anyone will ever see my lover holding my arms above my head while he plasters my nakedness against the cold window.
Nothing is impossible, though.
