salaciousjade

There are many things this blog will explore but there will be two main themes; human sexuality and fashion. This blog is not intended to be blatantly pornographic but will include material that some may deem as indecent. For those that are offended by alternative lifestyles or for those that are not of legal age in their country to view material of a sexual & adult themed nature, please do the right thing and politely excuse yourself now. For the rest of us please, let me introduce myself. For the purposes of this blog my name is Paparazzi and my wife / life-partner is Jade. We are fashionistas, epicureans, and all around indulgent people. This blog will be my means of sharing in our exploits and explorations. Eat, drink, enjoy and make love.

Tag: erotica

Breakfast is Served *Adult Content*

Jade’s favorite time for making love is just as she’s waking up, though don’t be mistaken as she’s no morning person – “good morning” is a swear word in our household. “Groggy sex” she calls it and I can’t complain.  This morning I woke up earlier than usual and rather than going back to bed for another hour or so I decided to use the extra time to be leisurely in getting ready for the day.  A long shower, a careful shave, reading etc.

This particular morning I left my collar stays in the bedroom so I quietly slip in through the door as to not wake her unnecessarily.  Unfortunately (or fortunately as it were) I was not quiet enough and she began to stir.  Laying there, sprawled across our king sized bed with her delicious 32c breasts spilling out above the white sheet laying at an angle over her ribcage and narrow waist her eyes fluttered open and looked up to me.  Looking down upon my siren in the sheets, fully dressed for a day full of meetings she kicks the sheet down, twisting and writhing “if you can’t fuck me, please at least just touch me before you leave” she pleas.  Now, we live in a hot and at times very humid climate; vigorous sex means sweating and I’ve just finished showering and getting ready for my day.

I look down at her and with out a moment’s hesitation I reach for my belt unfastening it, my fingers releasing the button on my slacks letting them fall about my ankles before stepping out of them and pulling my shirt up over my head.  She’s addicted to me and I am to her, I need to feel my cock pressing against the resistance of her tight little pussy and she craves to feel me inside her.  She’s a double zero dress size just shy of a hundred pounds soaking wet holding a brick, so when I say tight I mean it and she knows how to use it.

Propping a pillow up under her hips she lifts herself up for me, her legs spread wide and I smile as I position myself, feeling the crown of my head pierce her entrance.  Spreading her as I slowly push myself in completely eventually sinking in as far as her comfort will allow I take what is mine.  She tenses, flexing the muscles in her pelvic floor, her pussy milking around me…squeezing and releasing in rhythmic pulses like a warm wet velvet glove about a size too small around my cock.  Her lips part, and short fevered gasps escape from between them; I think to myself as I do each time I see her like this ‘this is when she needs a cock in her mouth, to silence her wanton siren songs’.  She looks up to me, her almond shaped brown eyes glazing over “I’ve been a naughty little slut” she proclaims as I shift my hips into gear and ramp up the pace.  It’s ecstasy fucking her, it’s like our bodies were built for each other.  I know she’s had bigger and she admits to liking to work for it from time to time but she takes me perfectly.  She often inspires me to stay hard through multiple orgasms.  Laying over her, my fists in the mattress at her sides I look down on her.  It’s a special feeling fucking such a beautiful woman whom I know is mine before I head off to the office.  Pulling my slacks back up she rolls over onto her knees, breasts pressed down against the mattress with her arms spread out above her head.  Her brunette hair spills across the white sheets, some of it matted in sweat against her cheek and neck….her waist narrows, wasp like above her hips.  It’s perfect for a corset and I look upon the hourglass kneeling before me..her ass and cunt are in perfect view and I shake my head from side to side, imagining a bondage tie I’ve not yet put her in.  “You are dangerous for my career” I say with a soft chuckle while redressing, “How can I focus on work when I know this is what is at home in bed for me?”  I know this is every bit intentional on her part, she’s knows what she is and what she’s capable of.  Honestly I am not sure who submits to who sometimes in our relationship, but then again I like my lines blurred so it matters not.

Call me weak but I cannot resist it and I drop down in place behind her, my face meeting her back side  as I lay a series of kisses and languishing laps of my tongue across her freshly fucked pussy.  Breakfast of champions.  We often joke between us that I have a few canary feathers stuck between my teeth which need plucking out, and it’s true.  Everyday I feel like the cat that ate the canary and love every moment of it.  She often says that Cleopatra could seduce a man at thirty feet; she can do it at a hundred and it’s equally true.  Eat, drink, enjoy & make love!

Snack Time part 1 *Adult Content*

I dropped her off at 5:30pm.  She had a date with one of her “snacks”, I think she’s determined this place to be her favorite for her first dates as the staff recognized her from having been in a few weeks ago which gave us both a laugh.  She looked stunningly beautiful adorned in a very architectural, form fitting white strapless above the knee dress, black nail polish peeked out from the toes of her camel colored five inch heels which we refer to as her “trouble” heels.  Matching black polish coated her fingernails and her thumbs accented with a flat-back Swarovski crystal.

While I waited at home for her night to wind down, my imagination kept wandering back to the bar and the two of them.  I knew the bar was in a hotel, a very nice one at that and in my mind after a few drinks they head upstairs to a room where he pushed her down over the edge of the bed and she received her third ravaging of the day.  I knew this was not going to happen as we have our protocols in place for such a thing, regardless this is where my mind kept going back to and consequently Jade gave both her snack and I a raging erection.

A little background is due here I think.  This was something we decided we wanted to do one night about two years ago.  We had been at a fashion show / release party where on our way out, someone caught her eye and she excused herself to go speak with him a moment.  Jade is a shameless flirt, she knows it and she’s very good at it.  I don’t mind this at all as I think flirting is a good thing, it’s healthy and helps instill confidence in both parties involved.  Everyone likes to be flirted with, or should anyway.  What caught her eye initially was how the man was dressed.  Like me a bit heavier than most there, but carried himself with confidence and it showed in how he dressed himself.  Their initial conversation led to the four of us meeting at a near by bar after the party ended.  What we didn’t tell him and his roommate was that Jade was my wife, to them I was a life long friend that she had recently reestablished contact with (which is perfectly true, and legally we’re not actually married in the eyes of the state).  Watching her on the couch with these two men and seeing how they reacted to her gave me a thrill for so many reasons.  Ironically it was his friend that was much more aggressive in coming onto her and had the mental acuity to keep pace with her and challenge her on various topics of conversation.  All of the obvious signals were there and we spent the rest of the night bar hopping until there was no where left to hop.  Nothing else came of this encounter that night but it was the experience that flipped the switch for us.  Since then it’s been a wild exciting ride and everyone benefits!

At about 2am she was done and I drove down to pick her up, she had a smile on her face and that is what I love to see.  With that much time spent out together they obviously had a good time, we drove home and she gave me the highlights.  Completely incompatible!  Oh well, that is going to happen, so we spent the next several hours watching one of our favorite comedians, laughing and cuddling until about 5:00am.  Eat, drink, enjoy & make love!

It’s my fault, and I love it. *Adut Content*

Insatiability.  Jade can seemingly go for no more than 18 hours without getting fucked before she begins her decent into madness.  It is a convenient fit, her and I as she craves it while I long to give it and know she gets it…from me or anyone else we approve of, it doesn’t matter so long as I know she is getting what she needs and wants.  Jade apologized to me the other day, “I am sorry you married such a whore” she said to me in a sultry voice with her trademark seductive siren look upon her face.  I smiled and replied simply “I made you the whore you are….things are as they should be.” with a smile.  We were the quintessential high school couple couple…I took her virginity, she took my heart in exchange and now we are what we always should have been.  Neither of us are sure the world is ready.  Eat, drink, enjoy & make love!

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There are many things this blog will explore but there will be two main themes; human sexuality and fashion.  This blog is not intended to be blatantly pornographic but will include material that some may deem as indecent.  For those that are offended by alternative lifestyles or for those that are not of legal age in their country to view material of a sexual nature, please do the right thing and politely excuse yourself now.  For the rest of us please, let me introduce myself. For the purposes of this blog my name is Paparazzi and my wife is Jade.  We are fashionistas, epicureans, and all around indulgent people.  This blog will be my means of sharing in our exploits and explorations.  Eat, drink, enjoy and make love.

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