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This is Rachel's latest erotica based on the sex she's now having with her husband Oram after having been a client of mine for the past six months, once a month for an hour and a half or so via my Skype talk-teaching option. Here is a link to my last blog post on Rachel that also has links to all the other posts with her erotica. Again, I post clients' writings on their sex lives when they want it posted. I no longer post my own info about clients' sessions or progress (anonymously done when I did so). In addition to this piece of Rachel's erotica (which is her best yet in my opinion) I'm also including email responses we made back and forth, talking about the impact my sex life coaching has made on their lives; where they are now vs where they were. My commentary will begin in part two. Enjoy!


After the completion of her morning call with Mr. Amaranth, she floated aimlessly around the house while trying to shake off that sexy-tingly feeling resulting from the good kind of anxiousness that comes with the anticipation of moving forward on her new sex to-do list.  She imagines Eric Amaranth as this mysteriously deep, possibly bottomless well of yummy sex knowledge. A sex-how-to book personified and customized to her, with a big dollop of Madison Avenue creative "idea guy" thrown in. It's amazing how he keeps filling up her list after 6 months.

So she cleans, trying to distract herself from the pull of her man, who's working from home behind his closed study door. In distraction, she distributes the folded clothes to the wrong rooms. She moves into the pantry, and can't remember what she's there for. She pops in and out of his space, driving him to distraction by throwing out ideas from the to-do list for their planned sex date tonight.

Learning about and planning for sex is so fucking distracting...so fucking sexy.

Finally, taking pity on her, he puts aside a bit of work and invites her to bed for an afternoon tumble. Oh my! A sweet, sweet rarity. One cannot say enough about the wonderful decadence of afternoon sex, even when it has to be quickly finished before the school bus drops off the evidence of their past coupling. :)

So they are upstairs now, standing in the center of the summer warmed bedroom, breathing deep and slow, the air is thicker in the height of the afternoon. He drops the light fabric shades, throwing the room into a private, semi-dark state. It's so quiet, so still, this hot afternoon. So quiet that the press and suck of his open mouth tasting her, pushing at her lips, pulling at her neck, seems amplified. Then the dresser drawers bang open and shut as he searches for, and finds, what they have on hand to practice with. It's to be used with one of the items from her to-do list. A small, purple buttplug. It disappears in his big hand as his body moves to press insistently against the length of her back and ass, moving her, belly first, against the side of the extra high, four poster bed.

She shutters as his breath, forced into the depression behind her ear is followed by a quiet, firmly-delivered command to undress. Struggling to comply, she removes her shirt and shorts in the limited space he's allowed between his body and their bed. He is quicker in undressing, pressing even closer now, and while she still strains to pull her panties down, he slides his left arm around her waist, unhooks her bra with his right, then quickly fondles with a sharp lust all over her tits before placing one hand, spread wide, against her back, and pushing her torso forward onto the mattress. Her long, bare legs drape over the side and only her toes make contact with the floor now.

And she rests there, cheek to the cool mattress top, already completely turned on and feeling liquid forming in her pussy from the anticipation. The not knowing what he's going to do to her next, and the thought of his masculine physique she loves and lusts after so much. Her eyes close and her arms spread out, wide, moving slowly over the smooth cotton sheets, enjoying their silky friction as his hands run the length of her arms.

Her breathy plea comes, "Use lots of oil baby."
His answer rumbles in the space between her shoulder blades, "Damn sweets, I'm going to make your pussy and ass shine with the stuff."

Pushing back, he begins the oiling up process, first rubbing it over her lower back with just the pads of his fingers. Then his palms press down firmly, as they mount the rise of her ass. Her hips move slightly off the bed and toward him in unconscious approval; presenting her ass to him in reward for his skill and erotic care. As the slick hands descend down the backs of her thighs, the tip of his tongue traces a thin, light path close behind. The contrast between the heavy pressure and warm air of the room with the light touch and coolness of his wet tongue draws a gasp from her. Finally he moves around to the inside, and softens his touch, skimming slowly up between her legs, and at his hand's suggestion, her legs move wide.

The heaves and tingle of her cunt. The heavy bob of his cock. His ball sack twice as full with the weight of his building seed. Their blood flowing downward as their breathing speeds up, all signal the start of urgent sex hunger. Their genitals were hard and swollen. They both wanted each other so much. More oil is applied quickly to glaze her inner thighs, while his dryer hand spreads her ass cheeks wide, exposing her sexy, round, and puckered opening just begging to be gently filled. First with his tongue, around and around, before daring to dip in. Then smothered with oil, and finally the petite plug is inserted. Her sexy little moans, released in response as the pleasure tendrils radiate from her ass, mingle with his groans of approval at the hot visual as he watches the plug get sucked into her.

No longer soft and gentle, his hands knead deeply, as his mouth kisses all over her slicked bottom cheeks.

"I loved watching your ass just gobble that plug up. God baby." Her ass pushes up at his face in reply.

He applies a noisy hickey-making suck, then bites hard at her bum.

"That's why I'm kissing them, your creamy, oiled up little cheeks. What a good girl you are to let me have my way with your ass."

Feeling their time shortening, she pulls up and away and onto her back, spreading wide and providing him space directly in front of the plumped, heated and pinked diamond of her core. His knees spread between her thighs, and with shoulders pushed back and his broad chest forward, a slight arch to his back, he plants himself deep, his proud fucking tool, and starts moving his pelvis to drive it in a steady beat over the slightly upturned tip of the plug pressing against the barely there wall between her rectum and vagina. Maintaining his even pumping rhythm, he applies more oil over his hands, letting the excess drip atop her stretched-open pussy lips. Then his extra ordinary, necessary, oil slicked fingers joined in, enjoying the pussy play. As she closes her eyes once more, tipping her head back and breathing deeply, looking for that small dizzy head rush, shes forced to notice the extra sensations of the butt plug as he reaches his left hand around to apply a strong, pulsing pressure against its base.

That's it. So right. Filled all up now. No chance for her mind to wander away from the matching rhythms of the deep pump in her cunt's hole and the off and on pressure his hand makes over the ass plug, and of course, the completely exquisite circles of dripping wet finger over the swell of her ruby clit.  Their fuck movements have crammed her, slowly but surely, up against the head board, mashing her against the down of pillows there. And on and on they pump and groove, and just when she thinks this building pleasure can't possibly reach an end, her body releases her to a cum, throwing her high and letting her drop back to the awareness of the other person involved, who has now thrown back his head and grabbed hold of her hips to finished himself with a blast of semen crème so deep inside that it has surely been consumed by her body.

 So deliciously spoiled with sex lessons and homework today. So well fucked, she was.

--Fin

[i]For those new to my blog: I write on my and others' sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to have better sex through sex advice, sex education from a sex coach maybe for the first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the reality of great sex at any level of sophistication. I'm referred by a sex therapist sometimes, but I don't do sex therapy. I'm a sex life consultant. I teach and I do.[/i]
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