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 was unpacking the groceries today, that Mr. Braganza had brought home before leaving for work when I smelt something familiar. It was fresh apples! Oh, how Mr. B knows I love them! But the smell of fresh apples wasn't familiar to me because of that, no... it reminded me of this one particular night, just a couple of months after Mr. Braganza and I got married. He used to have this particular perfume that smelt of... yes, you guessed it, fresh apples!
That night, my naughty man sprayed it all across the bedroom, emptying his last bottle, before he took me in his arms. His breath on my lips was warm and his hands confident, as if they knew exactly what they needed to do. Brushing the hair out of my face, his fingers wrapped around my neck and lightly pulled me closer. His hands ran the length of my bare thighs as he looked down at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "You're being quite the good guy today?" I teased him. "Not for long!" he replied with his devil smile.
Just like that, he grabbed me hard by my waist and lifted me up, not even giving me a moment to control the gasp that escaped my lips. I writhed under his body, sighing slowly as his fingers found my spot with precision. My hands clutched his shoulders, I moaned and then I wanted more.
I felt my movements become wild as I climbed on top of him, my hair trailing behind me. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me down until he was completely within me. My fingernails dug deeper into his chest as I tossed back my head and both of us moaned together in wordless cries of absolute pleasure.
Our room smelt of fresh apples for a week after that but I never got tired of the smell, not then...not now!