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 never thought red was Mr Braganza's colour. Well, until last night, when I opened the door to him standing in a very typical American style firefighter suit. "Let me in, babe, the entire building has been giving me looks!" he said with that damn mischievous grin. I chuckled as he took me by the waist, shutting the door behind him. "Has there been a fire in the building, sir?" I asked, pulling myself away from his lips. "There sure has been one in my heart," he replied, carrying me to the bedroom.
He unzipped his firefighter jacket and, of course, there has never been a day when those abs haven't put a smile on my face. I put my fingers in his belt loop and pulled him closer. Hovering my lips just slightly above his, I said, "I have a fire in my heart and in a lot of other places right now."
"That is one thing you can always count on me for!" he replied, laying me down on the bed and passionately sucked on my neck.
I let out a gasp as he lightly bit me right above my panty line. I arched my body and pulled him closer by his hair, a clear indication that the man knew exactly what I wanted. A familiar kind of warmth flooded through my chest as his tongue moved with clear precision. Then I turned him over and with the same precision he had displayed, I was on top of him. "Is this the best sex of our life or what?" he said in between heavy breaths "Just making the road for better!" I winked at him. Wooh! That was one ride I just can't get out of my mind.
I have carefully packed up the firefighter outfit for now. Next week sounds like a good time to try it out again. For Mr Braganza and I, it seems, red is the warmest colour!