Silent Sands, Burning Touch

Hello, everyone! It has been some time since I have shared a story from our marriage bed. On this night, my husband, I now call him Sir, had been away for two days. I had put our daughter to sleep and finished all my tasks. So, I lit candles in the bedroom and sat down with a sigh on the bed. It always feels lonely without the weight and warmth of my dear Sir next to me, so thoughts of him led to me holding his pillow to my chest. It still smelled of the sandalwood and charcoal scent which emanates from him.

My husband, Sir. When younger, I always felt a slight shiver whenever I thought about how my husband may take charge of me. Sir has been that and much more.

In this moment of loneliness, my previous experiences of automatic pleasure culminated in what I believe was my first conscious effort of pleasuring myself with my own touch. I imagined his fingers dipping lower past the hem of the nightie on my thigh. My fingers followed my thoughts, tracing the bud that sat above the entrance to my womanhood. I teased the bud, rubbing it slightly. I let my fingers go further, pinching and thumbing my labia’s folds. One finger managed to slip past my defenses, perhaps lost in my thoughts, and entered me carefully.

I could feel an immediate mixture of pleasure, coursing gradually up my abdomen, to my breasts which began to swell upwards as the hand which was holding my pillow pushed it to the side and took its position on my breasts. I imagined the way he would pull on the tips, perked and standing at attention to his service. Moaning in contentment, I could almost feel his warm mouth encircle and feed upon my body. Oh, what misery is this? Why is he not here to make my dreams a reality?

I continued labouring down near my womanhood, turning one finger into two, then three, as I now gasped and proclaimed at each entrance, “Sir, yes, please take me!” I was whispering, I believe, but it felt so naughty. I let those beautiful thoughts overwhelm me. My skin formed small bumps all over, my lips were licked, bit, and separated at each moan, and my bosom was sensitive.

I felt incomplete without him. I needed Sir, more than ever. A married friend told me how alone she felt, and sometimes her thoughts drifted to self-pleasuring. I never considered it, as I was content. But she assured me that it was because she could not stand the sexual separation from her husband. Similarly, I longed to be claimed by my dominator.

In other conversations, we spoke about terms we used in the bedroom. She told me about some terms she used that I have read here in MarriageHeat as well. I was shy to even think of it. But that evening was unique for me in many ways!

Among whimpering moans, fingers rubbing and penetrating my womanhood, I begged, “Please, Sir, give me your cock!”

I felt no shame in the moment of doing so, however I would in due time. My eyes were closed the entire time, though they fluttered open at moments of particular pleasure and orgasm as they rolled back into my head.

“Claim your wife, use me with your cock!”

“Take my pussy, this is yours, take my pussy!”

When listening to those desires, I could almost feel the size and texture of his manhood… no, his cock… as it would make me shudder from its sheer power and heat. My fingers increased their speed.

“Come in me, Sir, give me your gift… give it to this pussy, mmmm…”

My rather emphatic session of self-pleasure was interrupted by the slight creak of the floor. My eyes struggled to stay open and my mind slowly regained its awareness of my surroundings. I was shocked beyond belief to see my husband, watching me from the door. His eyes examined my body. I immediately got up from my position and stood up. Moving slightly away from the bed, my arms covered my body. I started to shiver.

“Sir, I am so sorry! I, I….”

It was embarrassing, and I thought he may feel betrayed or brushed aside in some way, choosing to pleasure myself instead of waiting for him.

He remained silent, taking slow but heavy steps towards me. His hand grazed my face, then he sat down on the bed, stretched out his legs, and beckoned me to come join him. His hand was reaching out to me, and no words were exchanged. I took this as Sir’s request, and I carefully took his hand, and sat down on his lap. My eyes could not meet his, though, and I was staring down at his chest.

“Sophia, look at me.” I disobeyed his request, so his tone became more stern. “Sophia, look at me.” His voice was a deep, smooth tone.

“I am sorry, sweet, I really never do this.”

“I cannot change that; occupational hazard of sorts. But here I see my wife enjoying herself without me?”

I blushed.

“But I am not angered. If anything, I’m flattered that you think of me this way.”

I was grateful, knowing Sir understood what I was experiencing. His hands wrapped around my hips and lower back, bringing my face so close to his.

It was agonising until his lips finally met mine in a glorious kiss, a delicate dance meant to bring us to another realm for some private time. His lips finally left mine, and I was in a trance – willing for whatever he wished of me that night.

I bit my lip in eager anticipation as his hands began to shift from my hips to my bum, massaging it as my hands rested on his upper body.

One hand neatly wrapped itself around my hair, tugging on it lightly, whilst another was ready to administer some much-needed discipline for being naughty.

SLAP

“Ugh… mmm…” I moaned in ecstatic relief. One cannot begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be like this. I almost feel as if I want to usurp his command a bit more and receive more disciplinary actions.

“As flattering as it was, I did find you doing it. Consider this reprimanding.”

SLAP

“I am so sorry, Sir,” I somewhat mock-pleaded, only to be met with another,

SLAP

“You are a naughty little minx, a nymph.” SLAP

“Yes, Sir!”

“What are you?” SLAP

“A minx… whose?” SLAP

“Yours, Sir, I am a minx for your cock, use me for yourself!”

When listening to those desires, I could almost feel the size and texture of his manhood… no, his cock… as it would make me shudder from its sheer power and heat. My fingers increased their speed.

“Come in me, Sir, give me your gift… give it to this pussy, mmmm…”

My rather emphatic session of self-pleasure was interrupted by the slight creak of the floor. My eyes struggled to stay open and my mind slowly regained its awareness of my surroundings. I was shocked beyond belief to see my husband, watching me from the door. His eyes examined my body. I immediately got up from my position and stood up. Moving slightly away from the bed, my arms covered my body. I started to shiver.

“Sir, I am so sorry! I, I….”

It was embarrassing, and I thought he may feel betrayed or brushed aside in some way, choosing to pleasure myself instead of waiting for him.

He remained silent, taking slow but heavy steps towards me. His hand grazed my face, then he sat down on the bed, stretched out his legs, and beckoned me to come join him. His hand was reaching out to me, and no words were exchanged. I took this as Sir’s request, and I carefully took his hand, and sat down on his lap. My eyes could not meet his, though, and I was staring down at his chest.

“Sophia, look at me.” I disobeyed his request, so his tone became more stern. “Sophia, look at me.” His voice was a deep, smooth tone.

“I am sorry, sweet, I really never do this.”

“I cannot change that; occupational hazard of sorts. But here I see my wife enjoying herself without me?”

I blushed.

“But I am not angered. If anything, I’m flattered that you think of me this way.”

I was grateful, knowing Sir understood what I was experiencing. His hands wrapped around my hips and lower back, bringing my face so close to his.

It was agonising until his lips finally met mine in a glorious kiss, a delicate dance meant to bring us to another realm for some private time. His lips finally left mine, and I was in a trance – willing for whatever he wished of me that night.

I bit my lip in eager anticipation as his hands began to shift from my hips to my bum, massaging it as my hands rested on his upper body.

One hand neatly wrapped itself around my hair, tugging on it lightly, whilst another was ready to administer some much-needed discipline for being naughty.

SLAP

“Ugh… mmm…” I moaned in ecstatic relief. One cannot begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be like this. I almost feel as if I want to usurp his command a bit more and receive more disciplinary actions.

“As flattering as it was, I did find you doing it. Consider this reprimanding.”

SLAP

“I am so sorry, Sir,” I somewhat mock-pleaded, only to be met with another,

SLAP

“You are a naughty little minx, a nymph.” SLAP

“Yes, Sir!”

“What are you?” SLAP

“A minx… whose?” SLAP

“Yours, Sir, I am a minx for your cock, use me for yourself!”

When listening to those desires, I could almost feel the size and texture of his manhood… no, his cock… as it would make me shudder from its sheer power and heat. My fingers increased their speed.

“Come in me, Sir, give me your gift… give it to this pussy, mmmm…”

My rather emphatic session of self-pleasure was interrupted by the slight creak of the floor. My eyes struggled to stay open and my mind slowly regained its awareness of my surroundings. I was shocked beyond belief to see my husband, watching me from the door. His eyes examined my body. I immediately got up from my position and stood up. Moving slightly away from the bed, my arms covered my body. I started to shiver.

“Sir, I am so sorry! I, I….”

It was embarrassing, and I thought he may feel betrayed or brushed aside in some way, choosing to pleasure myself instead of waiting for him.

He remained silent, taking slow but heavy steps towards me. His hand grazed my face, then he sat down on the bed, stretched out his legs, and beckoned me to come join him. His hand was reaching out to me, and no words were exchanged. I took this as Sir’s request, and I carefully took his hand, and sat down on his lap. My eyes could not meet his, though, and I was staring down at his chest.

“Sophia, look at me.” I disobeyed his request, so his tone became more stern. “Sophia, look at me.” His voice was a deep, smooth tone.

“I am sorry, sweet, I really never do this.”

“I cannot change that; occupational hazard of sorts. But here I see my wife enjoying herself without me?”

I blushed.

“But I am not angered. If anything, I’m flattered that you think of me this way.”

I was grateful, knowing Sir understood what I was experiencing. His hands wrapped around my hips and lower back, bringing my face so close to his.

It was agonising until his lips finally met mine in a glorious kiss, a delicate dance meant to bring us to another realm for some private time. His lips finally left mine, and I was in a trance – willing for whatever he wished of me that night.

I bit my lip in eager anticipation as his hands began to shift from my hips to my bum, massaging it as my hands rested on his upper body.

One hand neatly wrapped itself around my hair, tugging on it lightly, whilst another was ready to administer some much-needed discipline for being naughty.

SLAP

“Ugh… mmm…” I moaned in ecstatic relief. One cannot begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be like this. I almost feel as if I want to usurp his command a bit more and receive more disciplinary actions.

“As flattering as it was, I did find you doing it. Consider this reprimanding.”

SLAP

“I am so sorry, Sir,” I somewhat mock-pleaded, only to be met with another,

SLAP

“You are a naughty little minx, a nymph.” SLAP

“Yes, Sir!”

“What are you?” SLAP

“A minx… whose?” SLAP

“Yours, Sir, I am a minx for your cock, use me for yourself!”

When listening to those desires, I could almost feel the size and texture of his manhood… no, his cock… as it would make me shudder from its sheer power and heat. My fingers increased their speed.

“Come in me, Sir, give me your gift… give it to this pussy, mmmm…”

My rather emphatic session of self-pleasure was interrupted by the slight creak of the floor. My eyes struggled to stay open and my mind slowly regained its awareness of my surroundings. I was shocked beyond belief to see my husband, watching me from the door. His eyes examined my body. I immediately got up from my position and stood up. Moving slightly away from the bed, my arms covered my body. I started to shiver.

“Sir, I am so sorry! I, I….”

It was embarrassing, and I thought he may feel betrayed or brushed aside in some way, choosing to pleasure myself instead of waiting for him.

He remained silent, taking slow but heavy steps towards me. His hand grazed my face, then he sat down on the bed, stretched out his legs, and beckoned me to come join him. His hand was reaching out to me, and no words were exchanged. I took this as Sir’s request, and I carefully took his hand, and sat down on his lap. My eyes could not meet his, though, and I was staring down at his chest.

“Sophia, look at me.” I disobeyed his request, so his tone became more stern. “Sophia, look at me.” His voice was a deep, smooth tone.

“I am sorry, sweet, I really never do this.”

“I cannot change that; occupational hazard of sorts. But here I see my wife enjoying herself without me?”

I blushed.

“But I am not angered. If anything, I’m flattered that you think of me this way.”

I was grateful, knowing Sir understood what I was experiencing. His hands wrapped around my hips and lower back, bringing my face so close to his.

It was agonising until his lips finally met mine in a glorious kiss, a delicate dance meant to bring us to another realm for some private time. His lips finally left mine, and I was in a trance – willing for whatever he wished of me that night.

I bit my lip in eager anticipation as his hands began to shift from my hips to my bum, massaging it as my hands rested on his upper body.

One hand neatly wrapped itself around my hair, tugging on it lightly, whilst another was ready to administer some much-needed discipline for being naughty.

SLAP

“Ugh… mmm…” I moaned in ecstatic relief. One cannot begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be like this. I almost feel as if I want to usurp his command a bit more and receive more disciplinary actions.

“As flattering as it was, I did find you doing it. Consider this reprimanding.”

SLAP

“I am so sorry, Sir,” I somewhat mock-pleaded, only to be met with another,

SLAP

“You are a naughty little minx, a nymph.” SLAP

“Yes, Sir!”

“What are you?” SLAP

“A minx… whose?” SLAP

“Yours, Sir, I am a minx for your cock, use me for yourself!”

When listening to those desires, I could almost feel the size and texture of his manhood… no, his cock… as it would make me shudder from its sheer power and heat. My fingers increased their speed.

“Come in me, Sir, give me your gift… give it to this pussy, mmmm…”

My rather emphatic session of self-pleasure was interrupted by the slight creak of the floor. My eyes struggled to stay open and my mind slowly regained its awareness of my surroundings. I was shocked beyond belief to see my husband, watching me from the door. His eyes examined my body. I immediately got up from my position and stood up. Moving slightly away from the bed, my arms covered my body. I started to shiver.

“Sir, I am so sorry! I, I….”

It was embarrassing, and I thought he may feel betrayed or brushed aside in some way, choosing to pleasure myself instead of waiting for him.

He remained silent, taking slow but heavy steps towards me. His hand grazed my face, then he sat down on the bed, stretched out his legs, and beckoned me to come join him. His hand was reaching out to me, and no words were exchanged. I took this as Sir’s request, and I carefully took his hand, and sat down on his lap. My eyes could not meet his, though, and I was staring down at his chest.

“Sophia, look at me.” I disobeyed his request, so his tone became more stern. “Sophia, look at me.” His voice was a deep, smooth tone.

“I am sorry, sweet, I really never do this.”

“I cannot change that; occupational hazard of sorts. But here I see my wife enjoying herself without me?”

I blushed.

“But I am not angered. If anything, I’m flattered that you think of me this way.”

I was grateful, knowing Sir understood what I was experiencing. His hands wrapped around my hips and lower back, bringing my face so close to his.

It was agonising until his lips finally met mine in a glorious kiss, a delicate dance meant to bring us to another realm for some private time. His lips finally left mine, and I was in a trance – willing for whatever he wished of me that night.

I bit my lip in eager anticipation as his hands began to shift from my hips to my bum, massaging it as my hands rested on his upper body.

One hand neatly wrapped itself around my hair, tugging on it lightly, whilst another was ready to administer some much-needed discipline for being naughty.

SLAP

“Ugh… mmm…” I moaned in ecstatic relief. One cannot begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be like this. I almost feel as if I

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