Monday, December 12, 2011

This Post Started it All

I've been thinking about chronicling our sex life for a long time. Delicious sex blogs have been a major catalyst of my renewed desire. Several months into to my explorations I found a host of blogs that share stories of hot married sex. Several of my favorites show up on the sidebar. Read them. They are divine. One no longer posts (Reed and River are Fucking), but I'll link them anyway. Not only did I find the blogs, but I found correspondents--people I could chat to about all the amazing things D and I enjoy while living vicariously through their graphomanic exhibitionism. And then one of them posted a story for me. The excitement of seeing it live pushed me over the edge.

Violet+Rye, thanks for the inspiration--intellectual, musical, edible, and most of all, pornographic.You share of yourselves in amazing ways. Here's a reblog of the lovely post they did last week at Uncommon Appetites.

"Lovers on a Train"


All week long I'd fallen asleep early, fighting a bad bout of insomnia. That meant we'd had no cock-in-pussy pounding sex for at least five days. That's a dry spell around here. 

"I've missed you all week. Be ready for me tomorrow night," he said. Tomorrow night we were taking a 14 hour overnight train. It would be our first train trip together. Ever since we saw Risky Business as teenage virgins we'd both, separately, fostered the fantasy of sex on a train. Finally, almost 20 years later we were making it happen.  

We had our own tiny little cabin, with a berth jutting out from each wall. We were shacked up next door to my boss. We spent an hour or so getting settled, and then Mr. D went to play cards with friends. And I read. And dozed. And read. And dozed. Finally it was 1:30 a.m. and I needed fucking. 

A few minutes later Mr. D came back, having lost the card game. He needed consolation. I just needed anything. In a flash his hot mouth was on mine as his hands undid my jeans. One hand slid down into my panties as the other slid under my shirt to pinch my nipples hard. I couldn't scream, so I sucked his mouth to mine as I returned the favor, opening his pants and taking out his cock. Soon he had three fingers inside me.  

After making out like high schoolers we stripped each other. There was a full length mirror on the door, perfectly positioned for, well, everything. I pushed him down and slithered into the narrow gap between the berths, between his knees. His cock was harder than I'd seen it in ages as I slid my wet lips over it. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and couldn't tear my eyes away. Between my insistent sucking and the rocking of the train he got one hell of a blow job. 

I repositioned myself and sat on the edge of the other berth, at which point I discovered exactly how wet my pussy had gotten. The tiny cabin was thickly scented with our mutual arousal. I kept him in my mouth a little while longer until I couldn't hold off. Did I mention how much I needed this? 

Leaving a creamy, sticky wet spot on his sheets, I moved to straddle him and took his cock deep. 

Again, the rocking of the train mixed with our thrusts created an unexpected rhythm. It was a transcendental moment of fuck. I came almost immediately as I watched my breasts bounce in the mirror. My guy is a slow comer, so we fucked for a good half an hour, trying all sorts of positions to make the most of the mirror. More orgasms followed, hard wet ones, helped by his torturous pinching of my nipples.  

Finally he was ready to come, and did so by shoving his cock deep into my mouth, grabbing my hair in his fists. I continued to suck him after he came. He gets so sensitive, like he can't stand it but wants nothing more than for me to continue. His whole body shook as he tried to contain his reaction. His cock had never been so clean. Boss was right on the other side of the wall. 

Oh, and did I mention that I'm, um, loud when we fuck? I managed to stay quiet for the entire encounter, silencing any escaped moans in a pillow or with his hand over my mouth. Not sure if the boss heard us. And then we repeated it two days later on the way home. And I've been getting off on it for weeks now.



Photo credit: By en:Baltimore and Ohio Railroad [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

5 comments:

  1. Thanks for the shout-out, Liza! I'll put in a shameless plug for my new blog, linked from my old blog.

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  2. Reed, I will update your link to the new blog.

    Mysexlifewithlola, thank you, and thanks for stopping by!

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  3. Third time reading this post...I want train sex and I want it BAD!

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    1. You really have NO idea how badly you want this.

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