My first orgasm in life taught me one thing – life is quite a pain 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 don’t know why most of you pretty ladies complain about your men not going down on you, Mr. Braganza toh just loves it. He says it’s the best act for him because watching me squeal with pleasure gives him a heady feeling (and an erection like none other). Like, just this morning, right after I came out of the shower wrapped up in my lavender satin gown, that naughty man pulled me to the edge of the bed, held me down by my waist, making his biceps bulge just that little bit… How turned on do you think I was by that view? Gone were all my thoughts of reaching work on time; suddenly, nothing mattered more to me than his dark lips pressed against my skin. As my heart beat faster and louder in my chest, I smiled at him, biting my lower lip and trying to keep from exploding right there. It was harder than I thought. And the more I tried to hold on, the more I started to cave. All I wanted was to feel was his entire length inside me and for him to take me over and over again, but that devil had other plans…
Want to know what happens? Ms. Braganza will continue the story tonight! *wink*
