With colder days, the heating of car seats (and the bed) is back on the menu. I think the external heat enveloping almost my whole body triggers some primal genetic memory. On one hand, it feels so wrong to be clothed and not embracing it unobstructed; on the other, it feels so good to be caressed by the warm glow. Hmm, maybe it's one and the same hand. Anyway-lifeβs unfair, because apparently I still canβt drive naked.
I know it isn't demu, nor indie obscurish production, but still, Mirror's Edge OST is great in my opinion. The worldbuilding, colorful, sunny and yet dystopian. It was more alive in the sequel, but I still hold the first installment dear.
#music
Not into cuckolding.
That being said, if She ever wanted to have two caged subs servicing and amusing Her? I would go for it so hard. I mean, hard as I could get with the cage - you get the idea.
Offspring got a friend over. They involved even the sibling and now they took off for a playground run. Wife as solo chaperone so I suddenly got free time on my hands. What now? Instructions were clear: to get some rest too. But I could clean up the study room, or I could work on some work projects and clock an extra hour or two. Both would be net good, but do I go against orders? π€
Morning spooning evolved into breast massage, one finger, two, three, each time doing its deed. 'Can we go on?' I asked. She, already spent, said 'if you insist, but for the last time.' Helped turn Her on Her stomach, pillow under tummy. With help of one of our dildos (the bigger one), made the last time of the morning THE best time of the morning. Panting, She just said Her wish aloud: 'Paint my back.' #whoamitodisobey Hands still lubed up from the previous shenanigans, made Her lower back welcoming enough that after some humping I painted Her back with three broad strokes of love and white.
Not a bad morning exercise, too bad it's not a routine π