I grew up in a loving home where I was home schooled. My parents loved me. Their marriage was great and I always Screen Shot 2014-09-13 at 11.50.12 PMfelt blessed to be their child.
I married Brett who is five years older than me and was not home schooled. He went to the public schools. I met him at church. I loved how he would sing and participate in the worship services. I loved the joy he brought to life.
Before we were married last year, I read MH. I learned how to be a married woman on MH. Thanks. I was scared about the wedding night and I searched keywords that would show what marriage sex looked like without the pornography. I found MH and I was inspired.
Last week, I got inspired to do the Marriage Writing Challenge. I am picking the category “In the Kitchen”.
I always loved the kitchen. I was taught how to make bread and “can” home grown veggies. I looked forward to getting married to a Christian man. I found my guy.
Brett and I married. We both have good jobs and we look forward to starting a family in a few years.
I have fantasies about sex in the kitchen. The fantasies go back to my teenage years. I loved to make bread. I found my self feeling tingly in my pussy as I thought about making bread for my husband some day. My parents encouraged me to masturbate if I wanted to. Some times I would touch my pussy and bring myself to climate right there in the kitchen. I would often cook or bake in the kitchen with no panties on.
I remember one time. Brett visited our house. He walked into the kitchen and I was making bread. He was looking at my hands making bread. I got so wet and horny. I was imagining taking his dick in my hands while he was right next to me. I am glad he did not advance on me. If he would have lifted my dress right there, he would have found no panties on, and a young woman ready to give up her virginity before marriage. Thank God for His grace!
We have busy lives but on the weekends I get to enjoy the kitchen. I typically try to leave my panties off except for that “time of the month”. We really enjoy marital relations. Brett is as horny as I am. Well maybe not.
Last month, I was making bread for the “get together” at my parents house later in the day. I suddenly got so horny. Was it the passionate love making from the night before? Was it my high libido? Was it good memories of my teenage fantasy years? My pussy was aching for action. Are there other woman like me???
I first just rubbed my pussy against the counter. My oven was getting heated. But I went back to making bread. While mixing the ingredients, my fingers wandered down to my pussy over my skirt. I thought about waking Brett up. But I was letting him sleep in. I held my fingers in place place while I rubbed my pussy over them. I got on my hands and knees. I took one hand and found my pussy under my skirt. I inserted two finger and I just started to grind against them. I was in no hurry as I closed my eyes.
I was not aware of the fact that Brett was watching me. I was so lost in marital lust I missed the fact that he walked in the kitchen. He walked up to me and I saw him approach. I was first embarrassed that he caught me masturbating. But I knew he loved that so I just kept doing it, speeding up my fingers. He lifted my skirt and gave me a little spank. I loved it.
“You naughty girl,” he said.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but I want your to finish what you started.” he said.
I kept finger fucking myself as he called out, “Yes, baby.”
Then he did something I did not expect. He lifted my skirt and gently put his finger in my asshole. Wow. I was close to cumming, and that new sensation put me way over the top. I started cumming so hard pressing my asshole against his hands.
After the peek, he pulled his finger out and washed his hands at the sink. He helped me up and bent me over the counter right where I was making bread. My chin and upper body were getting white from flour. He lifted my skirt and inserted his dick and started pumping me. I felt another orgasm as he too shot his load in my hot oven. After he dismounted me I stood up and he kissed me.
“I love it when you make bread.” he said.
“I love making it.” I replied.
I married Brett who is five years older than me and was not home schooled. He went to the public schools. I met him at church. I loved how he would sing and participate in the worship services. I loved the joy he brought to life.
Before we were married last year, I read MH. I learned how to be a married woman on MH. Thanks. I was scared about the wedding night and I searched keywords that would show what marriage sex looked like without the pornography. I found MH and I was inspired.
Last week, I got inspired to do the Marriage Writing Challenge. I am picking the category “In the Kitchen”.
I always loved the kitchen. I was taught how to make bread and “can” home grown veggies. I looked forward to getting married to a Christian man. I found my guy.
Brett and I married. We both have good jobs and we look forward to starting a family in a few years.
I have fantasies about sex in the kitchen. The fantasies go back to my teenage years. I loved to make bread. I found my self feeling tingly in my pussy as I thought about making bread for my husband some day. My parents encouraged me to masturbate if I wanted to. Some times I would touch my pussy and bring myself to climate right there in the kitchen. I would often cook or bake in the kitchen with no panties on.
I remember one time. Brett visited our house. He walked into the kitchen and I was making bread. He was looking at my hands making bread. I got so wet and horny. I was imagining taking his dick in my hands while he was right next to me. I am glad he did not advance on me. If he would have lifted my dress right there, he would have found no panties on, and a young woman ready to give up her virginity before marriage. Thank God for His grace!
We have busy lives but on the weekends I get to enjoy the kitchen. I typically try to leave my panties off except for that “time of the month”. We really enjoy marital relations. Brett is as horny as I am. Well maybe not.
Last month, I was making bread for the “get together” at my parents house later in the day. I suddenly got so horny. Was it the passionate love making from the night before? Was it my high libido? Was it good memories of my teenage fantasy years? My pussy was aching for action. Are there other woman like me???
I first just rubbed my pussy against the counter. My oven was getting heated. But I went back to making bread. While mixing the ingredients, my fingers wandered down to my pussy over my skirt. I thought about waking Brett up. But I was letting him sleep in. I held my fingers in place place while I rubbed my pussy over them. I got on my hands and knees. I took one hand and found my pussy under my skirt. I inserted two finger and I just started to grind against them. I was in no hurry as I closed my eyes.
I was not aware of the fact that Brett was watching me. I was so lost in marital lust I missed the fact that he walked in the kitchen. He walked up to me and I saw him approach. I was first embarrassed that he caught me masturbating. But I knew he loved that so I just kept doing it, speeding up my fingers. He lifted my skirt and gave me a little spank. I loved it.
“You naughty girl,” he said.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but I want your to finish what you started.” he said.
I kept finger fucking myself as he called out, “Yes, baby.”
Then he did something I did not expect. He lifted my skirt and gently put his finger in my asshole. Wow. I was close to cumming, and that new sensation put me way over the top. I started cumming so hard pressing my asshole against his hands.
After the peek, he pulled his finger out and washed his hands at the sink. He helped me up and bent me over the counter right where I was making bread. My chin and upper body were getting white from flour. He lifted my skirt and inserted his dick and started pumping me. I felt another orgasm as he too shot his load in my hot oven. After he dismounted me I stood up and he kissed me.
“I love it when you make bread.” he said.
“I love making it.” I replied.
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