My first orgasm in life taught me one thing - life is dreary without good sex. And that's the mantra I've lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don't mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I've decided it's best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
We’d just gotten back home from a party, ecstatic and a little drunk. We’d spent the night doing what I loved doing best - dancing. In his typical way, Mr. B pulled me into his arms as soon as we were home and started to move his hands over my black dress, trying to unzip it. “Nuh-uh, not today… ” I told him. He looked at me surprised and a little shocked. I laughed at the expression and completed my sentence “Watch me, as I do it for you!” I pushed him onto the sofa, put on some sexy background music to add to the mood we already were in, and began to undress myself, making a big show of it all by moving to the rhythm. I did it slowly and while looking at him. He was sitting on the sofa, watching me intently with that smouldering look that makes me go weak in the knees.
Want to know what Mr. Braganza does next? Read more in the evening!