Observations from the deck of experience

I got word from my attorney this afternoon that the judge has signed the papers and my divorce is final.

Her task is finished when you are satisfied with the result and not when she no longer likes it

They fucked in the dark. Face down on the bed as he held her there. Her left hand gripping the tangled bed sheets as she exulted in being taken, her right hand clawing at the mattress with every thrust.

Bodies straining against each other. No words. Silence apart from gasps and moans, from the slap of flesh against flesh.

They’d woken, entwined, her head still resting on his chest. She’d looked up at him, his expression alert but unreadable, his gaze boring into hers. She’d shifted, lifting her chin up to kiss him but stopped as his hands had moved to grip her shoulders.

Without a word, she found herself being turned away from him, pushed face down in the bed. His grip was firm, digging into her skin just enough to be painful, to send that familiar, always-yearned-for sensation washing through her. He’d said no words and neither had she – he’d lifted and moved her like an object. Her breath quickened: he knew her so well.

His hands had lifted from her shoulders. A fingertip traced down her exposed neck and along her spine. Initially gentle, by the time it had reached the small of her back, it was scratching. Hard. She’d reveled in that short trail of pain, arching her back to meet it. He knew her so well.

His hands had gripped her ass cheeks and she’d groaned with that familiar thrill, lifting her hips up to present herself to him even before he could even begin to lift her. Her arms flat on the bed and her breasts crushed against the mattress, she’d stayed in that position. Ass up. Exposed. Waiting. Wet. He knew her so well.

He could have turned on the lights then. The bright bulbs would have illuminated her vulnerability, her readiness to all who could see – and that would have been many. As usual, they hadn’t bothered to shut the curtains. Everyone who lived opposite would have been able to see her and she reveled in the thought of it. She’d imagined that crowd of people pushing their way into the room, eager to see her close up as she was taken, and her head had spun with apprehension and desire, so much desire. An audience of hard cocks and wet cunts, eager to watch and more…

But this time they’d left the lights off. This time had been for them alone. For her to lie there, an object eager to be used. For him to briefly exercise some shreds of self-control, to restrain himself and tease her, make her wait and make her beg, before neither of them could hold back any longer.

He’d traced the curves of her butt with his fingers. Roughly, groping and scratching as she gasped at his touch. He’d pause and she’d wiggle impatiently, signalling her readiness for more. She would have pleaded and he would have called her the filthy names that she knew and loved, but they’d both known the rules for that night: no speaking, only touch and movement. In sync through wordless communication.

She’d urged him on with her hips, her sharp intakes of breath, her groans as his fingers roughly explored her slick cunt. She’d grinned, briefly, as she’d pushed back against him and dragged a wordless cry out of him by rubbing her wet lips along the shaft of his stiff cock. A brief grin that he’d wiped off her face by spanking her ass with staccato smacks from his strong hands. Rapid-fire spanks, reddening her cheeks, that made her whimper and sigh.

He’d lubricated his thumb in her wet cunt then teased her asshole with it. She’d moaned exultantly and pushed back, welcoming him in. The mattress had shifted as he’d changed position and she’d felt his stubble scrape against her ass cheeks as his mouth found her cunt. Kissing, sucking, licking. She’d tried pushing back into him, lost in the sensations, but his free hand had grabbed hold of her right thigh to keep her still. He’d teased her with his lips and tongue while his thumb thrust in and out of her ass, delighting in her whimpers and moans but drawing away when she’d got too excited.

Suddenly, he’d stopped. His touch had fallen away from her skin. Silence. She began to move but a firm hand had pressed down between her shoulder blades. A clear message: stay where you are. She’d eagerly acquiesced, kept her breasts pressed into the mattress and her ass high, signalling her desire with a wiggle. He’d chuckled under his breath and quickly raked his nails down her back. She’d shivered at his touch.

She’d felt the heat of his body against hers. His breath on her neck as he kissed it, just once. She’d let out a moan as she’d felt the tip of his cock rest against her wet lips. There was a pause as he’d kept absolutely still, an unspoken question: did she want this?

She’d reached back and parted her ass cheeks for him, a signal of desire, of consent, of sheer lust that he couldn’t mistake, displaying her eager, ready cunt. And then he’d begun.

He’d gripped her shoulder with one hand, her ass with the other and slowly, agonizingly, he’d inserted himself into her. Short, slow, shallow thrusts. He’d held her tight so she couldn’t move, couldn’t push back and impale herself on what she wanted so badly.

Her only consolation as he’d teased her was that she knew him so well. She’d known that this was torment for him too, that he’d wanted nothing more to thrust hard into her, to bury his cock in her eager cunt, to give into his own lust.

But he’d kept control, of her and of himself. He’d made her wait, as she moaned with delight and frustration, over and over. She’d had no idea how long he’d made her wait, lost in a haze of pleasure and denial.

Then she’d screamed as he thrust his full length into her. One hand on her shoulder, pushing her torso into the bed, the other tight in her hair. Willingly helpless, she pushed back with her ass as he took her, in sync with his movements. Hard, slow thrusts. Again and again. Her body had shaken with each stroke and she’d reveled in his every gasp and grunt each time he buried his cock inside her.

And now they fucked in the darkness. Face down on the bed as he held her there. Her left hand gripping the tangled bed sheets as she exulted in being taken, her right hand clawing at the mattress with every thrust.

No words. Silence apart from sighs and gasps, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Bodies straining against each other. Raw intimacy and primal lust.

Slow thrusts turned to fast as they moved as one, in sync through wordless communication of urgent desire. The silence faded, becoming overwhelmed with grunts and wordless cries of pleasure.

The bed shook. He took her as she lay there, willingly helpless. She pushed back against him, trying to tip him over the edge as he gripped her hips hard and thrust even harder. She unclenched her right hand and began to move it down, reaching underneath to find her cunt. An exultant gasp broke from him as he saw what she was doing. He moved his own right hand in response, grasping her hair in his clenched fist and pulling her head back. Her body shifted. She screamed as the angle of his thrusts changed and yet more pleasure raced through her. His thrusts became more urgent and his shouts mirrored her own.

His cock. Her fingers. It built and built, her body shaking in anticipation. So close. Still building as he thrust into her, the room filled with their wordless cries. So fucking close. His right hand still locked tight around her hair, his left clawing at her ass as he finally lost control. So fucking close now. Yes. Yes. It built and built and wouldn’t stop, and she screamed as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. He thrust into her with primal need, all control lost and the echoes of her cries were drowned out by his moans and shouts as he came, so hard, inside her.

Drenched in sweat, they collapsed on the bed. Silence filled the room, punctuated only by the sounds of their breathing.

And then, a chuckle from him.

She smiled. Satisfied.

A woman should be made love to often - and well. It should start slowly, orally. With deep passionate kisses and intense massage. Then I'm going to fuck you, but I'm going to fuck you slowly. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you. Slowly, filling you, stretching, relentless. Slowly circling my hips and then I pull back, pause a beat and then ease my way back in. I repeat this motion again and again... until it's driving you insane. My teasing, deliberately slow strokes and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.

I feel you begin to quiver and I pull back and wait. "Oh no sweetheart, not yet" I murmur - then I wait for the quivering to pass and start the whole delicious process again...

“I'm so tired of the rain” you exclaim as the window frames your naked form. I laugh and sit up in the bed, “it's not like we’ve even been outside in the past 72 hours. Why are you worried about it” I ask. You shrug - your breasts roll. I slip behind you, and wrap my arms around your waist, brushing your sensitive nipples and pulling you tight against me. Our skin creates a seal locking us together. My hands begin to explore your body, and in response, You moan softly your approval. You feel my dick rise, and make its presence again known, bumping into you. You turn to me and kiss me forcefully while guiding me back to bed. I fall on my back, erection waving proudly as you crawl towards me.

You wrap your soft/strong hand around the base of my cock and slowly stroke upwards. With your fingernails you tease me, for what feels like hours, before engulfing my whole member in your mouth. My eyes roll back in amazement, as you proceed to bob up and down, sucking with every stroke, from base the tip... and back to the base... You massage my bulging balls. You then straddle my leg and lower your clit onto my calf and begin to rock, grinding your already enraged clit into my leg. Your whimpers and groans are muffled by my dick, filling your mouth. The more intense the feeling grows in your pussy, the stronger you suck me. You suddenly release my cock, and let your screams fill the air. Breathing heavily, you dismount my leg and fall on your back into the sheets. "More?" I ask, as you self pleasure for my enjoyment. With an evil glint in your eye and a tiny smirk, you reply,,, "Always Sir..."

She fulfilled his every desire all weekend. She sucked his cock until he could cum no more, fucked him like his own personal whore and cooked for him like a gourmet chef.

She was his Goddess.

Now was the time he worshiped her and cared for her.

He always made sure to have tender moments of appreciation for her and her alone.

My right hand milking my full firm cock. Your naked attentive body waiting anxiously to please me. You touch my hand and take over the milking motions for me

You bury your head into me, talking me deeply into your mouth/throat. You hear my moan of pleasure and you smile around my firmness knowing you have made me happy. You gag lightly. You don't do that much anymore as you have become very skilled in these every morning sessions. The kettle whistles and you give me a hollow cheek slurp and a slow tongue circle before preparing a civilized morning tea. The perfect start of the day

An Introduction to Mr. Ulf Heart:

Ulf Heart speaks 4 languages and smells of rich mahogany and leather bound books. He drinks beer with the Dos Equis guy. He is handsome, intelligent, talented, charming, witty, and above all, humble. Rumor has it that Ulf is a billionaire inventor, has worked at CIA, NSA, NASA and CERN, explored eight continents including Atlantis, won two Nobel prizes, a Pulitzer, six Grammys and People magazine’s 'Sexiest Man Alive' three years running.
In fact he is pleased to announce that he feels completely secure in his ongoing retirement since he regularly buys lottery tickets and was recently named a finalist in the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes.
Ulf was born as a baby in a small town behind the wall in western North Carolina so long ago that his birth certificate is in the national archives, so how he can claim to be 39 years old is anybody's guess. As an only child, a fact that greatly disturbed both his brother and sister, the first several weeks of his life were largely uneventful, with most of his limited attention directed towards eating, a habit that he still practices to this day. At just three years of age, the boy developed an unhealthy interest in baboons. This would go on to play an important role in his life. Just before his fourth birthday his family moved to a small town in Central North Carolina where the main tourist attraction was the lump on the mayor’s forehead.. Not to be undone by their trickery, he sneaked into the car and accompanied them. At the age of six he was left an orphan, but not knowing what to do with it he gave it back. Although the remainder of his early records are sealed by court order, we can tell you that, outside of once being bitten by the tooth fairy, he had a "typical childhood" with his "parents". A copy of his high school yearbook says he was voted as "Most Likely to Be Identified By His Dental Records." Later he attended, and was often asked to leave, several major colleges and universities in numerous states, finally earning a Masters Degree in Technology and Doctorates in both Psychology and Parapsychology.
In 1974, Ulf, an amateur subversive and devout agnostic, entered the record books as the first man to break all Ten Commandments in all fifty states in fifty days. Although the June 2-3 Missouri/Kansas cross border murder/idolatry spree casts a pall over the record, he remains proud of his accomplishment. It was during this period that he developed the ability to light cigarettes while his hands were handcuffed behind his back.
On July 4, 1976 he held the first annual Independence Day North Carolina Barbecue, Rock & Roll Doughnut Bacon Fest and Outdoor Brain Fry, and even after numerous evictions the yearly event remains a favorite of the friends who can pull together enough still firing brain cells to remember it on July 5th. Of course in recent years, there are a lot fewer people having sex in the backyard and practically no LSD.  Ropes have become a lot more numerous...
Mr. Heart was involved in many, various contacts with alien cultures during his travels to the Aztec temples in Central Mexico. He considers these to be of great importance as this seemed to be a factor in his being the largest known repository of the Alpha Centauri IV (known locally as Pligbodop) language and culture.
Ulf has been known to occasionally imbibe in the consumption of adult beverages. Friends have noted that when he eats peanuts you can hear them splash. He once woke up in North Korea in early March and his last memory was the New Year's Eve party at the Halekulani in Waikiki.
After many years working for small companies, went on to found and destroy a number of businesses of his own. Since he is no longer allowed to experiment with weapons of mass destruction, he spent 25 years working for a software systems company and now has recently retired as owner and Principal Consulting Engineer for his own consulting LLC.
Mr Heart enjoys acting in local plays, singing and performing stand-up comedy (unless prevented by a restraining order) and relates a much more interesting story of his life when he does so because, well, frankly, he lies a lot.

You can be provocative and sexy wearing as little as a feather or as much as a burnoose. The MIND is the most powerful sex organ. Learning to project the CONCEPT of yourself as a beautiful sexual creature leaves a much more lasting and erotic memory than a pair of tight pants just like everyone else is wearing. KNOWING that you are beautiful in the eyes of your Sir gives you the inner glow and confidence to draw the eyes of everyone in the room. Your poise and inner beauty will reflect well on him, making him PROUD to be in your company and the envy of all who see you, because YOU are the quintessential submissive woman.

You must never call yourself a sub. A sub is a sandwich made from cheap meats and quickly devoured and forgotten. You are a submissive or submissive woman, God's greatest gift to a dominant man. Always to leave an imprint on all that you meet. Be tall. Be proud. And wear your service as an honor and a privilege. Your motto is "Head up, shoulders back, tits out, and smile!"