Oh my thighs....

Most people hate Mondays. It is back to work, back to the grind, back to reality from the weekend. Mondays are usually a busy day at work for a lot of people. Not my Mondays. My Mondays are my 'fuck me until I can't walk' days, as so graciously put on Raven's Playpen. (Those on that page will understand). I have off every Monday and Tuesday - so I try to spend them up north with my better half and those Mondays nights have been sizzling hot lately. So this past Monday was no exception. I made him breakfast, sent him off to work with a kiss, brought him lunch, another kiss...make a nice roast for dinner, yummy brownies and cream cheese frosting for dessert...well part one of dessert. The wine went down fine and the company was even better. Now part two of dessert had to be moved out of the kitchen. Asking a man to get naked for you and lay down on the bed, really, no one has ever listened to me that quickly...I kind of like it ;-) So out came the lotion and a nice back rub. Ok let's get real, my Adonis - my strappingly handsome muscular rugged man beast is laying naked, I am not going to rub JUST his back. He had everything rubbed and then some. Flipped him over on his back and rubbed everything else. It was erotic and relaxing and I was fucking horny. So up top I go.....time for this cowgirl to ride and ride I did. I held on with every muscle I had in my thighs and then some. The feeling a woman gets when she is riding is powerful. There isn't just fucking involved. There is technique and a variety of feelings. We can go deep....we can ride the tip...we can go in circles, side to side, back to front, up and down...however we want to ride..wherever we like the feeling of that man's cock inside of us, that is where we will ride it. And let me tell you, I love to ride him. I love the reaction I get....watching his face, hearing his moans, hearing him say my name. It turns me the fuck on. My orgasm was amazing, as it always is...always. HIS, however, was beyond....seeing his face as he exploded, reading his eyes, watching him....it was pretty fucking outstanding if I don't say so myself. I loved watching him explode into me as much as he loves watching me up there riding. So it was a most enjoyable night. Now, the point of this little story is not about that night. It is about a day later. And two days later. When every time I stood up, my inner thighs just burned and ached. My muscles tensed and twitched and reminded me of what a glorious site he was laying underneath me. Oh did they ache. It was such a welcome fucking distraction from driving, working, anything I was doing. Just that little twinge of muscle pain...but oh so good pain. Now I have already told my better half that the only things I like stiff are his cock and a good drink...but my thighs seemed to get added to this list. I don't mind them burning so much, especially if they bring back those memories. I did get a little voicemail from him today while I was at work...he knows I cannot answer my phone...he told me, in that animalistic voice...that beast that comes out and plays with me...how hungrily he remembered the other night...something in his voice....it disarms me...he is insatiable and I love it and I love him for it. He made me blush at my desk. How the HELL that happened...well...it's just the effect he has on me. So here is to burning aching thighs everywhere. Well deserved, well deserved. Good game my love. Until next time... May your thighs quiver and your body tremble..... ~Achingly All His - ~S