If it could talk what exactly would my furniture say….What has been fucked on and with who. It would tell you that I have not fucked on my lovely Broyhill kitchen table, but I love to masturbate in the chairs. It would tell you that I have fucked two guys on our green sofa, gave head to a couple on the grey one, and never fucked anyone on the floral ones, but people I fucked have sat there. It would tell you that I love fucking my husband and his big dick on my bathroom counter. It would tell you I have fucked him and 3 guys, and 4 girls in our bed. It would tell you that our daughter’s bed has been passed down for years and has been fucked on by everyone in our family including me. It would explain how great it is for bondage but my husband won’t take advantage of the beauty hidden in the design of an antique iron bed. It would tell you in that bed, I have fucked 3 people and carved the initials of one into the aging paint. It would tell you that our black leather recliner is the most cum coaked piece of furniture we own. It has been our own sex toy, and creator of multiple complicated positions, including a massive squirt fest. My my…the stories that could be told and lives that would change….
Am I really a sub? March 27, 2009
I am so totally submissive in my real life, why is it not always that way in sex. I get off on being told what to do and controled. I could probably be in therapy for 10 years and never straighten that one out. I thrive on pleasing and doing what I am told, resulting in me feeling like I am approved of and appreciated. In our daily life I lay out his clothing, and fetch more if I am asked, I feed him, not just cook, but physically feed him breakfast in bed, snacks when he is playing the 360. He does not have to wash himself. I have done it for him all 10 years of our marriage except when he was deployed. I do his paperwork for him, and have gone to work and busted my ass delivering soft drinks with him years ago. I don’t mind. I think it is the way it should be for me. I love him, I serve him and cater to his every need. I feel I owe this to him. He is my rock, and my warrior and yes I worship him. I just wish I could have it carry over the tiniest bit to the bedroom. He could have anything and everything he ever desired.