Week Night Sex 17

Beautiful Woman from behind by Exhales Vanilla Lace on Deviant ArtSometimes domesticity just didn’t suit her.   Sometimes playing house, dress up, and all the other things that modern times requires was more of a bore than anyone could have ever imagined from watching prime time Television.  Sometimes she wanted to feel young and restless and wild.  It’s not that she didn’t love him, it’s not that she didn’t enjoy sex, and god knows it wasn’t a lack of desire but sometimes making love to the same person over and over felt well, nice but also so safe, routine, and boring.   Sex seemed more like a rout calculation in an algebraic equation than something hot, passionate or even a little bit dirty. Even nice girls like to feel a little dirty now and again.  Just like in math it’s always an unexpected rogue integer that takes you by surprise.

Week night sex is rarely magical, it is a little kissing, some petting and nice a slow but not too long of a screw so they can get some sleep and be well rested for the rest of life come morning.  On this occasion as he was yawning as she entered the room “Up for a quickie” she asked with all the passion of how about another coffee.  He acknowledged her positively as she drifted into the master bath. “Fine but you have to do all the work tonight.”


A few minutes later she made her way back towards the bed.  He looked her naked body up and down and blocked her path.  Before she could protest she was pinned against the wall, his hand not just between her legs but 3 fingers buried knuckled deep in her pussy. She looked away as he finger fucked her now dripping cunt with rapid savagery. His cock throbbing and at full attention against her leg then he pushed her forward toward the bed, she bent over slightly to keep from being planted face first into the mattress.  He instantly edged in behind her, rubbing his cock against her pussy, taking away her desire to slip beneath the covers. Teasing, tracing but never entering, always so close to slipping inside of her.  Suddenly she gasped he had deftly went for teasing her to sliding 4 fingers into her…deeply into her, filling her fully, arching her back, spreading her legs he worked her over from behind, pounding her wetness down her thighs with each deep hard thrust.


Nothing else holding her in place and only his fingers mercilessly driving in and out of he as she concentrated on the pleasure. Without warning he stopped and before it even occurred to her she was on her back legs in the air and his cock had taken the pace of his fingers, driving in and out of her in long, deep unrepentant thrusts.  She tried to move with him but he would change the rhythm, with draw completely and start again differently every time she tried to mimic his motion.  This was about him fucking her on his terms, without  a word, or even a glance he made it clear that he inteneded to have her the  way he wanted .  It was about how he wanted to fuck and not about her or her pleasure tonight.   The one thing that did not change was the sound of his hips slamming off hers as he drove the last few inched home forcefully with each thrust.  He may have moved his length through her at a painstakingly slow pace one time and with intense speed the next but what never faltered was that he finished strong and rough each time. It was the only thing she could count on, the collining of bodies during the last few inches of his motion, the sounds that accompanied that that filled the otherwise silent room..  She stared off to the side never once making eye contact, not even catching a glimpse of him. She was lost in her own thoughts focusing on his motion, his desire and not hers   Finally his pace increased, the violence of each stroke built upon the last, she squeezed tight as she came, he stopped, paused for what felt like an eternity and then exploded inside of her while completely motionless except for the throbbing of his orgasm which sent her over the edge again.   A few more thrusts for good measure and he stepped back from her panting breathless form.

“You didn’t even kiss me” she said, more of a realization than a statement.

Her eyes finally turning to meet his for the first time since he crossed the room “You didn’t want kissed, you wanted fucked.”

She blushed he was right, and suddenly she wanted him all over again. This time thought she wanted kissed too.

About Malflic

Minor Demon, life long hedonist, sadist and general nerd. Women are my weakness and greatest addiction of choice followed by torrid love affair with coffee and caffeine. When not committing sins of the flesh I'm an unrepentant capitalist, avid reader, Star Wars, and B rate comedy movie geek.