1. Thirty-One Days A Bitch: Chapter 1


    Date: 4/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    wondering. What exactly the hell was going on with him? As he ensconces himself down on the bed, I settle down besides him and in charity and compassion ask him, “Are you alright, honey? You look ready to drop down dead and terrifying too. What happened to you?” He makes a face and glares back at me. “Don’t trouble yourself asking. What is there for me to eat anyway?” “I made a luscious dish of rice and chicken just for you,” I mention this with a thrilled and ecstatic smile, hoping that he will twinkle and smirk back at me. He doesn’t; and it without fail and beyond the shadow of any doubt snaps and crushes my heart and soul likewise. Is this how I will be living with this unreasonably stony-hearted man for the imminent thirty-one days starting from tomorrow? I wish I can weep and sob out, but then I don’t just do it. I mean who will be here to express sympathy and solace to me? One hundred per cent and absolutely no one! Preston has got no futile and despicable time for such acts and pretences. He is surely unkind and merciless indeed! “I think I shall eat that tomorrow. I will go and shower now if you don’t mind.” “Go ahead and take a quick scrub of yourself. I think that it will do you much more good.” I am about to get raging and provoked up. I don’t care about anything anymore. I wonder if we will even have sex tonight. I have exclusively thirty-one days to make a child or son with him—not more, not less than this. If I will not be shrewd and ingenious here, I won’t ...
    ever get pregnant with him. I honestly and seriously do mean it. While Preston is off there showering, I gradually and by inchmeal degrees take off my clothing. I am uncertain and having some reservations as to whether actually do this, or not to. I fear and worry that I might be late in my judgment and reasoning. I have to do it anyway regardless. Every slipping-by minute is exquisitely priceless, and I have to make definite and certain that I sleep and have sex with him as much plenteous as possible. At least this will highly strengthen and enhance my chances of getting pregnant with him. Even as Preston is rinsing and cleansing himself, I can plainly and beyond question sight and catch a glimpse of him through the see-through glass shower barriers. His bareness and nakedness…….it is all breathtaking and mind-boggling to look at. I don’t think that I can get enough and as much as is necessary of him here. I customarily and unfailingly itch and tingle and tickle with restless and edgy desire to watch and lust at him all the never-ending and nonstop. His buttocks and behinds…….they are so filled and loaded up! Not like a woman’s, but exactly how just an average and typically sexual active man ought and meant to be. They are so appealing and making my mouth to water. I wish I was also there in the shower with him to seduce and lead him on and what’s more caress and stroke and grab hold of those meaty butts up his thighs there. His slinky and titillating thighs……..they are ...
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