[Rabbits!] If I haven’t written explicitly for a while about fucking Emma, it’s not because she hasn’t been spreading her legs for me. We fuck most nights. But last Wednesday afternoon was something special, and made me realise how lucky we are to have retired from work. We had been browsing through the private album together so that I could show her which photographs I had already posted on the Blog. Suddenly Emma said, “Let’s go upstairs.” When we were undressed in the guest-room, she insisted that I stood at the foot of the bed to watch her as she smeared herself liberally with KY. My God, I have seldom seen Emma so uninhibited. I was transfixed as she parted her legs in a brazen display of pussy before beginning to caress and finger herself. (Needless to say, I was already stroking a throbbing cock.) Then she pulled her cunt-lips apart, reproducing images we had been looking at just ten minutes earlier. [See one here.] It was only when she asked me if I wanted to kiss it that I joined her on the bed.Archive for November 2009
[Rabbits!] If I haven’t written explicitly for a while about fucking Emma, it’s not because she hasn’t been spreading her legs for me. We fuck most nights. But last Wednesday afternoon was something special, and made me realise how lucky we are to have retired from work. We had been browsing through the private album together so that I could show her which photographs I had already posted on the Blog. Suddenly Emma said, “Let’s go upstairs.” When we were undressed in the guest-room, she insisted that I stood at the foot of the bed to watch her as she smeared herself liberally with KY. My God, I have seldom seen Emma so uninhibited. I was transfixed as she parted her legs in a brazen display of pussy before beginning to caress and finger herself. (Needless to say, I was already stroking a throbbing cock.) Then she pulled her cunt-lips apart, reproducing images we had been looking at just ten minutes earlier. [See one here.] It was only when she asked me if I wanted to kiss it that I joined her on the bed.
As I played with Emma’s feet while we watched television last week, I casually coiled a twist of foil from a sweet-wrapper around her toe, as if simply amusing myself. The loop fitted the little finger of my left hand perfectly. And that’s how I knew the size of the toe-rings I bought as a surprise for Emma - and as a gift to myself, since I adore her feet and wanted to see them look even prettier. I have suggested toe-rings many a time, but Emma never seemed over-keen on the idea. But once she had seen them on, she was completely sold and, to my surprise, insists that she will always wear them with sandals - which would be a very daring move for Emma, and something I will only believe when I see it. (I am still waiting for her to wear the ankle-chain I bought her last year.) In the meantime, don’t be surprised if you see even more pictures than usual of Emma’s feet over the coming months. We foot-fetishists must satisfy our desires somehow.
