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!
I giggled as B wrapped his arms around me under the blanket. “Your hands are cold!” I muttered in between fits of laughter “Well, that’s why I have you to keep me warm!” he grinned back. It was a Sunday afternoon, in November. Both of us were still lazing in bed. Finally I took his hands off me and told him “There will be no touching until you get that bucket of chocolate chip ice cream from the fridge!” After a little complaining he did eventually get out of the bed and I lay back down with a smug smile on my face. “Well, milady, here’s your ice cream!” I stare at him with my hands outstretched and a grumpy expression. “But here’s the catch…” he continued.
Want to know what the catch is? Read the rest of the story in the evening!