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!
Valentine's Day, surprisingly, is not a big deal in the Braganza household. Both Mr. B and I believe that love needs to be celebrated every day and a Hallmark holiday, filled with a capitalist display of love, is not how we want to tell each other how deeply we love. But, this year, I was in for a surprise and it was one of the best I've had.
Mr. B walked into the house after work with a basket of gifts for me. I was so excited to see that basket. You all know by now that Mr. B does give the best gifts. I quickly ripped apart the wrapping paper and it contained a lot of stuff I'd never seen before. A few butt plugs, anal beads, lubricants - basically, that gift basket was all about the ass. I looked at him with apprehension and asked; "Umm, what's this all about?"
"I've decided that we need a Valentine's Day ritual. From now on, every year, we'll try something new. This year, your bum is going to get some special attention, baby!" he replied with the trademark half-smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh my god..." was all I could manage to get out before he captured my lips with his and made me forget what I was going to say next. "Just once honey, if you're uncomfortable, we'll stop," he whispered against my lips. His voice was soft and I knew exactly how well that worked on me. I sighed, giving in, a little excited about what was to come next and started unbuttoning his shirt.
But it didn't all start kinky. For the first few minutes his fingers explored my body, I was already wet when he entered me in one fluid motion. A tiny gasp escaped my lips as I dropped my head back, allowing him full access to my neck. As his mouth moved to my breasts, I felt him slowly inch his hand downward... but this time from behind. As he slipped a finger inside, it did not feel weird at all. Instead, it felt good, but then, all the things this man does to my body feel good.
"Today, we're going to train your body to accept larger things. Slow and steady," he winked at me. This man was so cocky, I hated and loved it at the same time. He slipped another finger in and asked me how it felt and all I could do was hum with pleasure that was taking my body and threatening to push me over the edge. It was a silent plea for more and as his fingers drove in faster, my plea became louder. I arched my body against his and he knew exactly what that meant. As I felt him enter me, first from front and then from behnd, I swear I heard angels sing.
An orgasm later, when I came back to my senses, I looked at him and said "We should have done this sooner. Good call, darling" as he laughed at me with both pleasure and pride.