The surprise of trimming body hair

Even though it's broad daylight, the thought of last night makes my face flush and my heart race. I can almost feel my nipples hardening again, and warm fluid instantly moistening my clitoris... I've lost count of how many times this has happened today!

I only trimmed my pubic hair a little, but my husband got so excited. We were caressing each other when his hand touched my mons pubis, and he immediately lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties. Once he saw clearly, he suddenly tried to lick it.

I was so shy, so uncomfortable being exposed like this in front of my husband, my whole body stiffened. Suddenly... that soft spot was being bitten, pinched by fingers, and constantly kissed. My husband's breath was stimulating that area, it felt so good!

"Harder, harder..."

I cried out in my heart, my body twisting wildly with each thought. My husband's attacks grew increasingly fierce. Overwhelmed with excitement, I blurted out, "Quick! Come on up!" I felt like I hadn't felt this happy in a long time!

My husband relaxed for a moment, but my excitement hadn't subsided. Looking at him, yes, his energy was still so high!

"Let me see again!" he said, reaching out to spread my thighs again. "So sexy! This shape is so beautiful!" Then he stuck out his tongue and licked down from the mound, the animalistic "tsk tsk" sounds stimulating me again. I arched my body, shouting, "No, no!" and reached my climax again.

This intense feeling was something I had never experienced before. Why did I go and clean that place?

It was an inspiration I got from watching a honeymoon movie on TV. As I watched, I unconsciously became excited myself. I couldn't help but touch that burning spot, and as I touched it, I suddenly realized how different this place was from my teenage years! It seemed the grass was too dense; through it, it was so hard to feel the intimacy between our skin!

A mischievous thought struck me: what if I removed the grass? How surprised my husband would be!

Sure enough, besides being surprised, he was incredibly excited! Tonight, I can't wait any longer!

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I used the feather for pleasure

, my husband bought peacock feathers. I thought they were just for decoration, but I never imagined that feather would play such a big role!

The first time, I spread my chest out, and my husband gently brushed my nipples with that feather. Yes, just a feather brushing against them, but for some reason, I felt an electric current flow through my body… The feather gradually brushed down, my breasts, my stomach, my sides… Gradually, when the feather brushed against my inner thighs, I was completely wet!

The effect of the feathers was so great that my husband was overjoyed. Within a few days, he bought many more feathers, including ostrich feathers, soft large and small brushes.

Why did it feel so good when those feathers brushed against me?

My husband said, "It's like your whole body is full of erogenous zones!"

Of course, sometimes I felt itchy and uncomfortable, but at the same time, a surge of intense pleasure swept over me. Perhaps my analogy isn't quite right, but it's like the feeling of holding back urine... it's hard to describe.

When my husband saw me moaning so wildly during foreplay, he would get excited and frantically brush me with the feathers. The problem was that I got too wet, so during actual intercourse, he would penetrate too deeply and there wasn't much stimulation!

Therefore, after each time he brushed me with the feathers, I would wipe away the secretions with toilet paper before letting my husband insert his penis. This was more stimulating for both of us.

When using condoms, we didn't use regular ones, but rather those with raised bumps.

However, these little props are just supplementary. Our favorite foreplay is: I lie on my back on the bed, my husband straddles my head, facing my feet. Then he gently brushes my breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs with a small feather. I can't help but take his penis into my mouth, and unconsciously spread my legs wide. When the feather brushes against the inside of my thighs, in my excitement, I suck his penis deep into my throat!

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Wonderful bedroom skills

[We both discovered the climax of examining and displaying each other, it felt so good... We changed positions and saw that thing inserted there...]

I lay naked on the bed, my husband looked at me with passionate eyes, telling me to spread my legs, staring at that thing and saying, "Open it wider!"

I spread my thighs wide, exposing my entire vulva to him.

He didn't touch me, and I stared intently at his penis. I teased him by twisting my body, looking at that thing I loved most. So cute! As I watched, my previously dejected expression gradually lifted, finally pointing towards the ceiling.

Our foreplay was like this: no touching, just looking at each other. Even so, my clitoris was already soaking wet, almost overflowing.

At this point, my husband was about to enter, but our mutual display didn't stop. After he fully penetrated, he leaned back sharply, hands behind him, and I lifted my upper body, placing my hands behind me in the same way. My husband loved this position for his up-and-down movements, watching his penis go in and out of my clitoris. I rotated my waist for him, making his penis move like a conductor's baton. My husband coordinated with my movements, moving up and down while constantly rotating in the opposite direction.

After we fully enjoyed this position, we switched to the cowgirl position, where I was on top, allowing my husband to see the in-and-out motion. Sometimes I would lean back, letting my husband see my swaying breasts.

"I want to see your ass!" he would sometimes ask.

So I obediently turned around and lay down, my husband would stroke my waist and touch my buttocks with satisfaction.

Our climax was the movement of yielding and withdrawing. If you can practice coordinating, I believe it won't be difficult to reach our level.

When my husband thrusts in forcefully, I quickly pull back a little, but immediately thrust forward again. When my husband pulls back, I also pull back a little, and then thrust forward hard, skillfully coordinating the yielding and withdrawing movements.

After eleven years of marriage, we've finally developed such wonderful bedroom skills. I dare say this is our golden age.

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Initiative

[I really can't figure out if he likes it or hates it, but once he gets going, it's amazing! I'm so happy!]

My other half is so slow and methodical. It seems he doesn't dislike sex; in fact, he really enjoys it! And his skills are excellent, but he never initiates unless I want it, which is strange! When I want it, he doesn't get angry; no, it's like he's been waiting for it!

So, every time we were in bed, I was the one who started it:

"Hey..." (That's what I said)

"Hmm?" (That's his reply)

"Look this way!" (Me)

"Hmm..." (His)

"Okay!" (Me)

"Hmm? What?" (His)

"I'm going to take your... off, good boy! I'll give you a little smack, ah? I... I..." (Me)

"Oh, oh, you..." (His)

"So delicious... here... hurry up... I want some too..." (Me)

"Hmm, okay!" (His)

"..."

"..."

"Don't move! I'll put it on you, don't move... ah... so tight, you're so great today, so tight, phew..."

I straddled him from the opposite direction, wrapped my arms around his thing, and put it in deeply, rotating and rotating, moving however I wanted.

From this moment on, the roles of host and guest were reversed, and once his engine started, I couldn't resist!

He always lets me lead the way first, then gets up when I'm tired. He's amazing! He sits cross-legged on the bed, lifting and lowering my hips, lifting and lowering them, twisting my buttocks a few times before lowering them again... Ah, so busy!

Sometimes he's fast, sometimes slow, slowly rotating a few times before lowering, or twisting and slowly lowering, rubbing my buttocks vigorously before suddenly lowering them. In that instant, a wonderfully comfortable sensation spreads throughout my body.

"Ah...no, no more..."

But I still have my back to him, so he lies back down and continues his actions with abandon... I can't hold back anymore, a wave of pleasure washes over me, and I reach my climax...

Ah! I love it so much!

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We are perfectly matched.

[At the moment of climax, my mind and body are certain that we are perfectly matched. Because he and I are so in tune.] For

the past three years of marriage, I have been very happy. The main reason is that my husband's thoughtfulness and gentleness always make my heart flutter. At night, before the children are asleep, he has already reached out and pulled me into the covers.

He was still talking about the children's trivial matters, but his hand quietly slipped inside my pajamas... The lamp by the pillow reflected on my cheeks, and for some reason, I suddenly felt shy.

"Turn off the light..."

"You won't feel embarrassed in a moment."

A passionate kiss sealed my lips, lasting as long as an eternity. Then, his lips slid down my neck and stopped at my breasts. Involuntarily, I reached out and grasped his... As always, when the warm thing entered me, my whole body began to heat up. That instant of comfort and fulfillment was truly unparalleled.

However, this long-term blissful life occasionally made me wonder: "Are we really compatible?" Especially since my husband never clearly expressed whether it was good or bad, which made me dissatisfied. I even suspected that he had another woman outside who was better than me.

To be honest, I have lovely children by my side, and I have no complaints about life; my husband's pampering is enough to make me have no complaints. But people are strange like that; when life gets comfortable, they always tend to overthink. It's true what they say, "People don't know how good they have it!"

Ah… my husband's movements became more and more intense, the ecstasy spreading like ripples from my lower body throughout my entire being. The waves of pleasure seemed to be sweeping me away in one breath.

Thinking about it, we must be incredibly compatible… Otherwise, I wouldn't have stopped thinking and become completely immersed in this boundless lovemaking.

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May we be birds flying wing to wing in heaven .

["A perfect couple, inseparable, truly the envy of all!" As the ladies in the neighborhood say, we are indeed very compatible.]

"Let's play it a few times tonight!"

my husband said with a smile, moving closer to me. "You're so annoying!" I said coquettishly, but my heart was already pounding, and that part of me was trembling like a spasm.

Lately, my husband has especially enjoyed seeing me tremble like that. Therefore, he always used a flexed position, pushing and pressing down while trying to see my expression. And, under the bright lights…

Usually, no matter how lost I was, I was still quite conscious before reaching orgasm. I didn't know what kind of expression I had. But when I squinted and saw my husband's thing tightly inserted, I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I was about to paralyze. So, "Okay!" he would tell me, and then immediately lie on top of me…

Since we realized how compatible we were, we no longer had any taboos. Our bedroom behavior gradually became bolder. Especially after I knew I could completely trust him, I became even more fearless. Sometimes, in a moment of impulse, I would blurt out, "Let's do it tonight!" which would surprise even myself.

Today, I was the one who asked for sex first. After he casually agreed, he immediately launched his attack. His thing, like an invincible golden hook, stood erect and pounced straight at me. In an instant, tears welled up in my eyes, streaming down my face, my chest overflowing with happiness, as if about to explode.

A wave of tender affection swept over me, plunging me into a dazed contemplation. I silently vowed to myself: "In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches."...

Suddenly, he patted my cheek, waking me from my reverie. I will be with him forever...

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Husband's Penis

[Why are men's penises so big? Is my spouse special? Recently, I realized it's a blessing.]

Because he was so vigorous last night, I've been in a daze all day, barely able to stand; even with the sun shining brightly, I don't want to do anything.

This has happened several times since we got married. When I wake up in the morning, I always feel like his penis is still there, slightly itchy, almost unable to move.

Last night, his rapidly erect penis kept rubbing my lower body. In the darkness, the liquid overflowing from the tip glistened… Something warm entered my burning body, moving up and down. My consciousness grew increasingly blurred, until finally my entire lower body was soaked. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said impatiently, and pushed me down.

“Ah! It hurts!”

I thought that being all wet meant there wouldn’t be any resistance, but the impact made me cry out in pain. However, this sudden cry seemed to stimulate him instead. Perhaps he thought I was in pain because his thing was particularly large!

Then, he suddenly thrust in, and I wanted to scream again… But in an instant, the excruciating pain transformed into pleasure. My joyful gasps and his excited groans had become intertwined, indistinguishable from one another… In my hazy state, I seemed to hear him say, “Swing your abdomen harder!” So, in my dazed state, I held onto that thing tightly… I

couldn’t understand how something so big could fit into such a small hole.

Even as the morning sun shone brightly, I couldn’t stop thinking about that incredibly strong, enormous thing. Strange! How did it become like that? …

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The Intoxication of Alcohol

[I really wanted to see its true face. Because that thing always seemed like a wild beast inside me, rampaging and crashing…]

My husband and I don’t usually drink much, but once we have some alcohol, we become uncontrollably bold, and our sex life naturally becomes very explicit. We usually start in the missionary position, then switch to the rear-entry position. We used to always pull out before changing positions; but recently we've changed our habits, changing positions while still inside.

However, the strong intoxication didn't make me forget my shyness. Underneath me, he kept caressing my breasts before penetrating me. When I opened my eyes, I saw my wet pubic hair standing on end. Shyly, I unconsciously twisted my waist, which played right into his hands. "Good! Good! Harder!"

Of course, I felt good too, but the position with my chest and abdomen suspended made me uneasy, so I kept trying to bury myself under the covers. But as soon as I touched the edge of the covers, he would forcefully attack, forcing my upper body to arch backward. Perhaps this gave him intense pleasure! As I did this several times, my clenched teeth gradually lost feeling.

In addition, he often asked me to change positions. He would either teach me to hang one leg over his shoulder, or bend both legs over my own shoulders (like performing a stunt).

Usually, he wouldn't give me a moment's rest during this time. Sometimes, we'd start in the missionary position; after penetration, we'd change to facing each other. Most of the time, my shyness was indescribable; my lower body was always writhing, more like a game than lovemaking. After all, it's true I'm more into orgasms.

My genitals felt like another creature, constantly panting and exhaling hot flames; his was no less intense.

Sometimes, I even wondered what kind of mechanism was hidden there. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen when we became one…

Although he always thought his penis was too small and not quite the right size for my vagina, there was no doubt he was wholeheartedly trying to make me feel good.

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His caresses

[As I gently stroked my husband's nipples, the tip of his penis actually began to get wet. This phenomenon is probably unbelievable even to men themselves!]

Seeing his nipples harden more and more, mine also became erect, and at the same time, I could vaguely feel my genitals getting wet. In a panic, I could only cry out, "No! No!" "Quick! Quick!" while gently shaking my head.

However, as if deliberately teasing me, he deliberately took my fingers and let them touch his nipples, teaching me how to caress them. Since he liked it, I honestly and unceremoniously grabbed them with my hands first, then brought my mouth to gently bite them. During this time, he also kept playing with my genitals. An irrepressible urge surged, and I suddenly bit his nipple. But he didn't get angry; instead, he let out a series of low moans: "Good! Good..."

I was about to climax, but he wasn't satisfied, so we went into the 69 position. He caressed my breasts while gently parting my labia majora and minora, his tongue… I gasped, knowing only that my thighs were gradually spasming.

Meanwhile, I licked his anus with my tongue, then moved to his perineum. Occasionally, I would make a light pressing motion with the tip of my tongue, and he would show a blissful expression. Soon, a clear liquid flowed from the tip, and without hesitation, I immediately moved my tongue to that magnificent place. Although we both wanted to penetrate him, we ultimately managed to restrain ourselves.

I was very confident in my use of my tongue and mouth. Usually, my lips would almost envelop his penis with my teeth, and then, with a little forceful licking, my throat would touch the glans. The feeling was indescribable, a mixture of reassurance and pleasure. As I was fully engaged in playing with his glans, he couldn't help but moan:

"Ah! Ah! I… I can't take it anymore!"

Then, covered in sweat, he mustered all his strength and entered me.

Then, as I twisted my waist vigorously, I kissed him from his ear to his neck, breathing warm air to encourage him: "Go in further! Go in further!" Finally, he pushed with all his might... At that moment, all the sensations in my waist, whether pleasurable or tiring, vanished; gradually, I forgot everything.

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His fingers

[His fingers were gentle, his technique superb, truly... Lately, just seeing his fingers makes my lower body involuntarily wet.]

My husband's caresses are always both gentle and passionate. That day, before I could urge him, he had already finished bathing, holding a newspaper, sitting on the bed waiting for me. During our

tender moments, he would always first caress my breasts with one hand, while the other hand moved downwards. Then, suddenly, he would caress the area near my pubic hair above my underwear with his palm; then, he would slip his fingers between my thighs into my underwear. After pulling down my underwear in one go, he continued to move downwards, stroking my pubic hair with his palm; occasionally, he would grab my clitoris with his cold fingers. This sent waves of spasms through me.

He continued to stroke my pubic hair in circles. At that moment, I thought of his penis and almost went mad. ...A moment later, a sudden surge of shame made me instinctively try to close my legs. Seeing this, he simply joined four fingers together, trying to pull them wider; the more I struggled, the more intense the friction and caresses became. "You'll get even wetter if you keep pulling!" he said, increasing the pressure of his hands. Soon, my legs were completely spread apart.

Then, he placed his middle finger on my clitoris and massaged it in a focused manner. This localized stimulation was intense. As if an anesthetic was taking effect, I drifted into a hazy, dreamlike state.

While he was still quite calm, I was already close to orgasm. I was aware of my masochistic state, yet unable to control the pleasure spreading throughout my body.

In this dazed state, I don't know how long it lasted, when suddenly I regained consciousness and buried my face in his chest, crying out, "Quick! Quick! Put it in!"

He probably couldn't hold back any longer and finally gave in, immediately thrusting inside me. Originally, in the brief moment he made love, my clitoris was about to recede; but with his thrust, the orgasm immediately returned, and I didn't even have the strength to move my abdomen.

She simply swayed up and down in sync with his thrusts… My clitoris, after this series of stimulations, had already gone numb, leaving only an intensely hot and full feeling inside my vagina. Although similar sexual encounters had happened countless times, the novelty each time always made me more and more greedy.

Occasionally, when I was on top, I would subconsciously press my clitoris hard against him. In that instant, a thought unexpectedly arose in my mind: "This life is enough!"

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Adorable penis

[How adorable! What an adorable penis! It can both rub my clitoris and show off in my mouth…]

My first night was so unforgettable. Although we had been intimate before marriage, it was only after we became husband and wife that the inhibitions between us completely disappeared.

One day, he suddenly put his exposed penis into my mouth. I was utterly shocked, because this was something he had never done before. That thing was red, completely different from the rest of his skin. Just as I was still in shock, two or three drops of liquid dripped from the tip. Although it was only two or three drops, because my mouth wasn't very big, it almost made it hard for me to breathe, let alone feel any pleasure. In desperation, I could only make "mmm" sounds.

It's been three and a half years since that incident. The difference is that now I'm no longer afraid; instead, I actively want to put that thing in my mouth. Sometimes, when I'm overcome with lust, I'll take it into my mouth while he's asleep. Then, I'll play with its base with my fingers. But as I play with it, it always suddenly swells up, with a powerful, overwhelming force.

After it swells up, I manipulate it even more wantonly. First, I take it out of my mouth and hold it in my hand to admire it carefully. I remember when we were newlyweds, it seemed a bit darker, looking like it was staring at someone who had done something wrong. It looked so stubborn, but it couldn't hide the loneliness and desolation. So I immediately stroked my neck with it, then buried it in my cleavage. I felt it thumping up and down in the middle, a strange itch ran through my chest, and his breathing became rapid. But the time wasn't right.

That stiff yet gentle thing continued downwards, reaching my genitals; an indescribable pleasure instantly arose. Its large shape was different from a finger, and it felt as if it might slip into my flower garden. I endured it, continuing to let it touch my clitoris.

After two or three times, my hot clitoris made me feel increasingly itchy. He touched it slightly with his finger, knowing I was already wet, and immediately changed to the missionary position, thrusting into me directly. At first, there was a squeezing pain, but after another press, it entered me tightly.

Whenever I couldn't have sex on my period days, I would keep it in my mouth. Although occasionally I would lick it from the side like playing a flute, he seemed to prefer having it in my mouth.

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Begging for Mercy

【My whole body is intimately familiar with his penis… In short, my lovely little darling must never be allowed to wander outside.】

My husband seems particularly sensitive. Whenever I stroke his penis with my fingers and suck on it with my tongue, he can't help but writhe and murmur:

"Don't do this! I… I can't take it!"

But he truly loves the way my fingers and tongue caress him, and he always makes sure to include it during our intercourse. After much practice, my technique has become increasingly refined. In short, I can't stop thinking about his penis.

My technique involves using my whole body, such as my chin, wrists, thighs, fingers, and mouth. First, I lower my chin, bend my elbows, and then insert his penis, slowly stroking it. Gradually, it grows larger with each movement.

Then, I place it between my legs, sharing my abundant nourishment; then I lift it slightly upwards, rubbing it against my pubic hair.

However, my husband still prefers the caresses of my fingers and tongue. He always taught me to gently hold and stroke it with my thumb, index, and middle fingers while licking it with my tongue. He especially liked me to gently lick the opening at the back. Often, at this point, he would involuntarily pant, "Ahhh..."

Hearing his voice, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, but I managed to restrain myself and continue playing with it. "Spare me!...!" At the height of his passion, he would even beg me for mercy.

Afterwards, when I asked him about it, he would always pretend to be confused, saying, "Nonsense! Why would I say that?" trying to brush it off with a single sentence. But I definitely heard that series of pleas.

Every time his testicles were touched, they looked very itchy and embarrassed. Therefore, although I sincerely loved that soft thing, I would occasionally tease him.

After penetration, if I came first, I would touch his perineum with my fingers, and then he would start stroking my clitoris, bringing me to orgasm again.

Fireside

Affair

[His fingers are so annoying! Just as I was muttering to myself, I was already completely naked in the bright light…]

Last Sunday afternoon, as I was talking by the fireplace, my husband suddenly interrupted me: “Let’s do something!” Coincidentally, at the very beginning of his suggestion, I felt the same desire. Because the light was too bright, I casually drew the curtains. Unexpectedly, this action aroused his curiosity. “Let me see!” After saying that, he

immediately

instructed me to spread my legs towards the window. This was the first time in my life. However, ignoring my resistance, he forcibly pulled open that place that even I had never seen before.

After pulling it open, he stroked my pubic hair upwards while moving it around my labia. “Wow! It’s all wet!” he said, continuing to move along my labia majora and minora without pausing. Then

, after he made me get up to look, he sat me on the sofa. Under his gentle touch, my pubic hair intertwined. Suddenly, an unbearable itch gripped my chest, making me feel as if I were about to faint.

Then, his fingers moved to my labia, desperately trying to part them to find my clitoris. Ah! I was completely exposed to him! The cold air seeped into my body; and he continued to stroke my spread thighs with the back of his hand.

Soon, he too began to look dazed. So I took the opportunity to slip my fingers to his genitals, and we caressed each other. Just then, the curtains suddenly fluttered in the breeze, and a ray of sunlight streamed in, making my pubic hair shine brilliantly… Looking at his fixed gaze, I couldn't help but shed tears; soon,

I was soaked. Then, he pulled my feet towards the fireplace, scrutinizing me under the infrared light, murmuring, "So beautiful…" I was almost suffocating. In bed, his warm breath caressed my clitoris, and finally, I came.

When I sat back down by the fire, that thing came at me again.

"Ah! I'm coming out!" I shouted, and then I knew nothing more.

Enjoying

Positions

[Where else can you find something this good? Lately, every position I've been in has brought me to orgasm.]

It's been almost two years since we got married. But so far, we've never had sex in the same position twice. We often alternate between different times and positions.

Most of the time, my husband waits for me to get into bed, then roughly pulls off the covers and we proceed according to our mood. Sometimes we go straight to sex without any touching; other times we indulge in the 69 position.

Therefore, the time it takes to

reach orgasm varies. Tonight, we used the 69 position. First, he pulled off my bra, thoroughly caressed my breasts, and then bit my nipple. In just a short while, I felt myself approaching orgasm. But he was still not satisfied, saying, "Not wet yet, not wet yet," while continuously planting countless kisses on my abdomen and thighs.

Finally, my fingers touched that spot, and I reflexively took his penis into my mouth, almost wanting to swallow it whole and die. Ah! What a beautiful symbol of masculinity!

After just two or three thrusts, I reached orgasm. In that instant, my body felt as if it had been lifted into the air and then suddenly landed in a vibrant garden. Instantly, nectar covered my entire body, rendering me powerless and unable to move. In a daze, I felt as if saliva was flowing freely.

Meanwhile, he still hadn't come out. The thrusting continued, sweat streaming down our chests, making it impossible to tell whose was whose. I was exhausted, unable to move my hips any further, only wanting to gain my freedom quickly. But he thrust even harder, which rekindled the pleasure that was about to fade. Each thrust seemed to add a burst of energy to the afterglow of my orgasm.

Sometimes, without foreplay, we can both have enough energy for vigorous activity, so we can reach orgasm earlier.

Which one do you think is better? ...Actually, I like both. Since I usually reach orgasm first, I haven't really tried to distinguish which is better.

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Temptation

[Thinking of last night's passionate entanglement, I unconsciously reached out and touched my own private parts. Tonight, I'll try to entice him to love me again!]

The period of boredom seems to never come over me. We've been married for five years now. In my opinion, the beauty of sex is unparalleled; that deep, rich taste can't be replaced by anything else.

In the morning, after dropping the kids off at kindergarten and my husband seeing them off at the door, after all the housework is done, I can finally sit down and catch my breath. But just as I bend down to sit, a vivid image inadvertently floats into my mind. My husband's body odor from last night seems to still linger, his passionate breath still rings in my ears...

Unconsciously, a blush rises to my cheeks. The climax seemed to be slowly building, finally filling my chest. In the past, when this happened, I would sometimes involuntarily move my right hand down to my genitals, my left hand caressing my breasts; when I couldn't bear it any longer, I would simply masturbate in the shower. But most of the time, I desperately tried to hold back. Occasionally, a salesperson would come to the door trying to sell me something, which would make me panic and feel helpless. It's strange! But…

masturbation is not only unfair to my husband, but it's also not a good solution. So, I usually try to distract myself as much as possible. However, this produces a special effect. While enduring, a sense of confidence arises, making my body instantly feel light and rhythmic.

The most effective method is to keep my hands constantly busy. For example, even while my mind is filled with fantasies and thoughts of the previous night's passion, my hands are busy ironing clothes or cleaning the kitchen.

Finally, as night falls, I resolve to find a way to arouse his desire that night. So, after bathing, I deliberately wore only a towel and asked him to apply lotion for me (this is my most frequently used trick): "You can apply it to my back!" When his cold hands moved to my waist and chest, the area I had just washed was immediately soaked.

"Oh! We did it yesterday, do you want more today?" He laughed and took the opportunity to hug me.

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Teasing

[Breasts, lower abdomen, and that most embarrassing part were all exposed to my husband. My husband suddenly got up...]

Every time, he would bury his face between my breasts, let out a cry, "Ah!", and then fall down. This is my husband on a normal day. Is he just naturally indifferent? Or is there some other reason? In any case, it takes a long time before he takes action. As for that day, did he really want it? Or did he not? I couldn't figure it out.

When we first got married, I had an immense fondness for his gentlemanly attitude, but after a year, I felt like something was missing, and the frequency of our intimacy seemed a little too infrequent.

On that day, my husband was lying in bed, and I leaned closer, moaning and groaning, while touching his private parts.

Soon, his penis began to swell, and I held it, feeling its hardness. I pressed my face against his and hummed, "Hold me!" The words slipped out without thinking, but once spoken, they emboldened me. I reached down and pulled down his pants, while he fumbled for my bra. It felt

so good on him. I grew bolder and bolder, moving freely and unrestrainedly, exposing my breasts, abdomen, and private parts to my husband. Then, I moved with even more pride and abandon, shaking with unrestrained fervor.

At first, my husband just stared intently at me, but suddenly, he got up, flipped me over, straddled me, and began pounding his now-hard penis against my entire body.

"Ah! I..." I cried out, leaving behind drops of clear liquid in his wake... "Hurry up..."

These were the words that slipped out again. I hadn't even realized it; this was truly the first time in my life that he was no longer the same man he used to be.

"Take a look in your mouth first, isn't it big!"

he said, holding that hot thing up to my face. I felt a surge of heat and thirst in my throat.

When he finally entered me, it was indescribable; I felt like I was floating in space!

My husband said, "Great!" To me, it sounded like it came from a very, very far mountain. Suddenly, "Bang!" The lighter on the bedside table fell to the floor, startling me awake. My husband was lying limply on top of me, his hands hanging down, pressing down on me so heavily. His eyes were closed; his little egg looked so cute! I gently pinched the tip of his nose and slowly, delicately, pulled away from his body.

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Performance

[I deliberately exposed my buttocks to my husband, and he couldn't resist any longer, so he took off my clothes. My plan worked!]

My husband and I are both obsessed with tennis, so we've always been very healthy. Every Saturday is our practice day.

Last Saturday, we practiced for an hour as usual. Even though it was a cold winter day, we were still covered in sweat after an hour of playing, and we felt a pleasant fatigue. We walked home quickly, climbing the stairs, and I had already planned a prank.

The first thing I did when we got home was change clothes. When I took off my tennis outfit, I deliberately exposed my buttocks to him. He had just closed the bedroom door behind him, and as soon as he saw my posture, he immediately came over and took off my skirt. Then he reached his hand through the gap between my legs and touched my clitoris, as quickly as if he were raping

me. After being touched like that, I collapsed onto the floor (in fact, I was just pretending). My husband pressed his hard penis against my buttocks, put his hands around in front of me, and grabbed my breasts forcefully. He had become a beast! Just then, footsteps came from the doorway, as if someone from upstairs was coming down. I whimpered, "No, someone might come!"

Even this slight coaxing was enough to sway my husband. He picked me up and we rolled onto the bed. He couldn't wait even a moment longer; he pushed me down and thrust inside. My area wasn't fully wet yet, and it hurt a little, but it also felt like the rhythmic piston-like movements after a tennis match, and unconsciously, I found myself closely matching my husband's movements.

Because it was broad daylight, I could clearly see the rise and fall of his belly, the rhythmic in-and-out motion of his penis, and the tangled pubic hair—all incredibly stimulating…

We both got goosebumps, the kind of climax we get. It probably only took half the usual time. The difference was, he felt itchy as he was about to leave, which made me unconsciously twist my waist. My husband looked at me and said,

"Do you want to do it again? Women are scary!"

"No way! You asked for it all of a sudden! And you're blaming me!"

"Hmm, you looked beautiful playing tennis earlier, so dazzling. You're still so young!"

"Really?"

"Of course, you're amazing!"

Little did my husband know, it was all an act!

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Morning Love

[One morning, my husband saw my back in the kitchen and suddenly got excited. He said even my messy hair was sexy….]

"Ah!"

I accidentally dropped the bread in my hand. It was because this rascal suddenly reached behind me and grabbed my breast, then breathed heavily on it. I wasn't even wearing a bra yet, and his touch made my nipples immediately hard.

He had just gotten up, and that place was still so big, bulging as if it were about to burst after a whole night of rest. Pressing that thing against my buttocks and waist gave me goosebumps all over; how could I possibly stand?

I quickly crawled back into the covers, snorting,

"You'll be late..."

"You forgot, today is the third Saturday, a holiday!"

His words were serious, but his fingers were mischievous.

"The kids are all at school, right?" As he spoke, one hand slid from my thigh to my vulva.

I closed my eyes, vaguely thinking, "If I could see that place in the light, I wonder what it would look like!" But I couldn't think any further!

"Try licking it!" His penis was already under my nose, eagerly waiting. I took it in my mouth—how cute, yet how terrifying!

I frantically played the flute, and he groaned, "I can't take it anymore..." And I felt the same way, hoping he would rush into my flower. If I remained exposed to the morning air like this, I might die! I couldn't hold back any longer, struggling desperately, but he showed no mercy, forcing me into a standing position. He lowered his waist, thrusting up from between my legs into that hot spot. My knees buckled, and he struggled to penetrate several times. Ah! I couldn't bear it; just imagine, my breasts were swaying heavily!

When we returned to the missionary position, honestly, I felt a huge sense of relief. I knew that in this position, I could forget everything!

He said that when I stood busily in the kitchen in the morning, the image of a virtuous wife was irresistible to him. He even said, "Her hair is all messed up from sleeping, casually tied back, so sexy!" If it were me, I would say, "The one right after I wake up in the morning is the one I can't stand the most!"

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When I'm not wearing underwear

[My husband lifted my skirt and saw that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. He seemed startled and immediately pushed my legs away, so rough!]

Sometimes I don't wear underwear—not every day, of course, but after showering earlier, I feel especially refreshed not wearing anything under my skirt. Of course, when a breeze blows, I feel a little insecure, but the sense of liberation outweighs everything. In fact, no one knows I'm not wearing underwear, but I feel a little immoral and a little nervous, so when I walk, I unconsciously keep my legs a little closer together.

Although that's what I said, my husband seemed to vaguely know, because he had said things like, "You look especially sexy today!" He was absolutely right; even I felt more alluring than usual.

But there was an even bigger change: there was nothing extra between my legs, and they would rub against each other every time I walked. It's embarrassing to talk about…it feels strange, like I've become a different animal, that part of me seems to have lost its control, panting on its own.

Once, I had just taken off my underwear when my son, who was playing outside, suddenly started crying. I immediately ran out, but as soon as I ran, I felt an itch there, and I couldn't even take a step! This was probably the incredible effect of the tension in an emergency.

Sometimes, I deliberately give subtle signals, letting my husband know that I'm not wearing anything underneath—sometimes by crossing my legs, sometimes by being coy…of course, I do it all casually.

One day, perhaps stimulated by a hint, my husband suddenly lifted my skirt. His expression changed drastically; the area usually covered by a white sheet was now stained black. He swallowed, immediately becoming excited, and roughly pushed my legs apart, sticking his tongue inside… The memory feels like it was just yesterday!

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The Temptation of Undressing

[After showering, I still put on my bra and panties. Just thinking about his impatient hands unbuttoning my underwear, and his face pressed against my breasts…]

On days like that, I would change the sheets, giving my husband a hint. Sometimes I would spray some floral water on his underwear, another signal.

"Freshly dried sheets are the most comfortable!" I'd smile triumphantly when I heard my husband murmur like that.

When showering, I always let him go first, and only after he'd finished and snuggled into bed do I leisurely wash myself. I know too much soap will dull the moisturizer, so I keep it simple, especially in that area—I can't over-wash it. I always feel that washing too thoroughly will ruin the scent men like, so I usually just rinse it off quickly.

After showering, I always put on my underwear properly, especially my bra. When my husband eagerly takes off his bra, just that feeling alone brings me close to orgasm. Just imagining his clumsy hands frantically unbuttoning it, or his face pressed against my breasts, biting my nipples, sends a jolt of electricity through my body.

Outerwear can be a little loose, but underwear must fit snugly against the body. What's the point if it can be taken off easily? The thought of my husband struggling with a small piece of cloth makes me unable to hold back…

I can't remember which day it was, but I went out that day and returned before him. My husband was already sitting in the living room drinking beer in his pajamas. I quickly went to the room to change, and while I was taking off my pantyhose, my husband came in without me noticing. I was startled! My hands stopped moving. My husband said, "If you want to take them off, lift your legs a little higher!" As he spoke, his eyes were lecherously staring at my lower body. As soon as I took them off, he pushed me down and unbuttoned my shirt.

Then, he started to remove my corset. This thing seemed to be difficult for him because it was tightly attached to my waist. To help him remove it more easily, I twisted my waist, and with each twist, his panting became louder…

How much time passed? When everything was finished in the sweaty room, the marks left by the corset on my body had completely disappeared. Perhaps more than an hour had passed. It was on that day that I realized my body had fully matured!

Retaliation [I pushed my breasts into my husband's mouth with my own hands, and then, in front of him, I started moving my fingers like I would when masturbating…]

Perhaps the cuter and more pitiful I looked, the more my husband wanted to abuse me. Although he wouldn't whip me, he never let me off easily. My neck often had purple hickeys because he would suck on it as if he wanted to swallow my neck whole, and he would also try to bite my clitoris with his molars. Each time was a mix of pain and pleasure, and an excruciating orgasm that left me limp and unable to move afterward. The last time we had sex, my husband had just returned from a business trip, and it was after my period, so it had been two weeks since we last had sex! During those two weeks, the thought of how he abused me made me determined to get revenge, so… Saturday night, the day after my husband returned from his business trip. On any other day, I would have yelled, "Get up!" But on this night, as soon as I threw off the covers, I pounced on him like children playing. My husband woke up immediately. My breasts were hanging right in front of his face. He reached out and grabbed one, still looking sleepy. I said, "Open your eyes!" and with a whoosh, I pulled off my shirt and put my breast in his mouth! Only then did my husband truly wake up, sitting up and reaching for my underwear. I immediately turned and sat back down, touching my private parts with my fingers—yes, like masturbating—sliding my entire hand over them, then my fingers… My husband said, "Let me see again!" How could I? He wanted to see, so I covered myself with both hands. Finally, my husband couldn't resist any longer, grabbing my legs and pushing them towards the window. No, no, the moment he wanted to see me, he rolled over, turning his back to him, twisting and turning, repeating this several times until his hardness was dripping tears, wetting my knees. Forget it! I let the morning sunlight shine on my vulva, then played with it a few times with my fingers before opening my palm. We both reached our climax simultaneously, the moment he penetrated. I could say I got my revenge, thoroughly humiliating my husband! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bold Temptation [I took off my husband's underwear, massaged him, and seeing it getting quite swollen, I asked for the 69 position….] Three years into our marriage, with our child almost two, I became incredibly bold, sometimes even wondering if I was going too far! When I want it, I spray extra perfume on my pajamas, crawl into bed, and pretend to be uncomfortable, making "uh... um!" sounds. When my husband stretches out his arm, I gently pull his hand to my breast with one hand, and then use my other hand to touch his genitals through his pajamas, saying, "So small!" What man wouldn't get angry hearing that? And in that instant, his penis swells up! When it's hard, I take off his underwear and massage it. I use my right index and middle fingers to form a V-shape, holding his penis between them, rubbing the top with my middle finger and the bottom with my index finger, massaging it up and down. At first, it would often slip, but recently my massage skills have improved dramatically; just a few strokes and he'll ejaculate. By then, his penis is incredibly large, barely big enough to fit in my mouth. If I don't do it, he'll say, "You're cutting corners!" While it's in my mouth, I gently lick the tip, sometimes lightly biting it with my teeth. Actually, by that point I couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Do it for me too!" Then we went into the 69 position. I held my husband's penis in my mouth, my hands tightly wrapped around his waist. My lower abdomen was burning hot, and I could barely contain myself. When my husband's face was buried there, I closed my legs, wanting to clamp him down with my legs and die together. In that tender and sweet 69, we both forgot everything. My husband's "That's great!" and my "I can't take it anymore!" intertwined in the narrow bedroom, making it hard for us to breathe. I gasped for breath and called my husband's name. He couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "You can let me in now!" I love the missionary position the most, with our chests pressed together, my clitoris rubbing against my husband's pubic bone. It didn't take long before I was in ecstasy. In the relentless piston-like movements, my whole body felt a tingling pleasure. My husband was persistent, saying, "Not small, right? How about it, it's big, isn't it!" I could only reply, "It's too big!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Softening Exercises [My legs had to be spread as wide as possible, which was incredibly painful. Therefore, I, who could only have sex in the missionary position, could now crawl and enter from behind.] Because my husband was a rugby player in his student days, even today, his body is still incredibly strong and powerful. Of course, his "energy" is also extremely abundant at night. So, having sex every night is like a "daily routine," and he even has sex before getting out of bed in the morning. Therefore, I gradually felt overwhelmed, and I even seemed to "resent" my husband's extraordinary energy.

Every day after work, my husband changes into a tracksuit and jogs around the neighborhood. Then he showers, and afterwards, still naked, he does stretching exercises. So I help him stretch his back or massage his feet. One time, he asked me, "Why don't you join me for some stretching?"

Thinking about it, stretching exercises are essentially a form of muscle-building activity that's more like exercise than actual exercise. So I decided to try it with him. However, once I started stretching, I realized my body was stiff and inflexible—it was hard to believe I'd gotten to this point.

My husband then said something incredibly annoying: "Well, it's because you can only accept 'face-to-face sex.' So, women should change their sex positions to achieve mutual pleasure."

While his words were infuriating, they weren't entirely unreasonable. In the past, our sex life was limited to the missionary position. There wasn't anything wrong with it, except that my genitals would ache when my legs were spread as wide as possible.

Therefore, due to my husband's constant requests, I gradually became able to accept that position. After doing stretching exercises for about two months, my muscles had become very flexible after my husband massaged every part of my body. So, my husband told me to lie face down and spread my legs as wide as possible. Then, my husband pressed his body against my back and inserted his penis into my vagina. Honestly, I never imagined that this method would be so pleasurable and comfortable; it was simply incomparable to the missionary position. Because I had the illusion of being simultaneously penetrated in my anus and vagina, my whole head felt dizzy and I felt an indescribable sensation like being "drenched in nectar".

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