Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

Soon, the next button, a wistful look on her countenance, did she dare unbutton another? Why, good girls just don’t do those sorts of things! Her coquettish expression said it all as she pursed her lips in determination.

I mentally begged her to continue. Well, all right! Just this once, but, don’t you dare ask for anything else! She responded, as the next button was unleashed. In term of actual exposure, it was so little, but, in passion, so much.

Do you want another? Her lustful stare had me transfixed.

Yes! Yes! Please, yes!

The next button fell. Now, the tops of her breasts were exposed. I caught a momentary glimpse of her bra during her gyrations. I began to take off my coat. She rushed me, stopped me and shook her head no. I wasn’t permitted to do anything. Assured of my compliance, she continued her dance. Her arms raised upward as she twirled before me. She moved close to me and gave me a fleeting kiss, then backed away.

The erotic nature of her voiceless pantomime stirred me as the next button fell. Now, the deep cleavage was exposed to me and she moved herself against my face slowly rubbing herself. She brushed my hands away, refusing to give me any control of my domination.

The buttons continued to fall, each bringing a new peak of sensation and frustration to me. Then finally, as though taking pity on me she slid out of her gown. The view was as if Botticelli had reincarnated his Birth of Venus. How could a woman be so innocent and sinful at the same time?All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, garbed in her bra, panties, garter belt, silk stockings and high heels, my temptress did her version of Salome’s Dance of the Seven Veils. Garment after garment was deposited on me. I relished seeing each and every sinful inch of her delightful flesh. I, too, was ready to grant her any wish as she finally landed in my lap. She furiously kissed me as she began to undress me.

First, my jacket, as she playfully rained kisses on my shoulders, arms, and torso; then, a quick unbuckling of my belt and a powerful tugging to pull out my shirttail. She moved her face against my wrist as she undid my cuff button and administered another kiss. Then she repeated the procedure with my other arm.

She moved and grasped my necktie, tugging me towards her for a kiss as she held on to her bridle, controlling me, managing me, dictating her will, then, loosening the tie, unknotting it, and letting it fall limply to the floor.

The collar button, undone by her fingers, unadorned save for the glittering diamond ring and gold band I had placed on her earlier that day. Her face moved to my neck as she kissed, nibbled and lavishly licked her way to the next obstructing button.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she crept down as button after button fell prey to her. Her teeth bit and tugged on my nipples as she rubbed her palms appreciatively on my chest. Then, the shirt discarded, she slid out of my lap to her knees, parted my legs, and moved her face to my lap.

Without the use of her hands, her tongue found the fly of my pants and her teeth nipped on the fastener and unclasped each brass cog in an erotic liberation, all the while fixing me with her sea green eyes. I stood, and the trousers slid down as she attempted to hold my rock hard thighs.

My dick was painfully throbbing in anticipation when it was finally unleashed from the confines of my boxer briefs. She moaned as she gripped it and gently rubbed it against her face.

She held my shaft, kissing it, rubbing it, stroking it. Then, kissing the bulb of my cock, she allowed it to slide into the warmth of her mouth, her tongue rapidly flicking on the head.

I tried to manage what little control I had, but it was too much to bear. With a growl, I knelt down, physically picked her up and held her against me. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me as I wobbled to the bed and fell on the mattress.

She kissed me with a passion that I had never experienced and rolled beneath me on the bed. She cupped my face in her hands and spoke her first words since we had entered the room, “You are mine!” Then she kissed me again, softly, in trust, in fealty, in complete and absolute love.

“I am yours,” I gasped, “And you are mine, forever!” I declared.

We kissed again. All the while, we maneuvered our bodies to accommodate each other. She moaned softly as I cupped her tit and with vigor rubbed her pert nipple with my fingers. My lips were applying kisses to her defenseless neck. I moved up to her earlobe and gently bit down, an erogenous zone I had discovered early in our courtship.

She had described the sensation as an electric shock that tended to short circuit her neural network. I was immediately rewarded with a vixen writhing in lust underneath me. A lusty sigh escaped when I brushed her hair away and trailed my face down to her bosom and suckled hard on her exquisite tit.

Her hands planted on the sides of my temples kept my head captive as I lavished attention on her. I had other treasures to delve. Southward, I trailed, rubbing her taut ribs, heaving in desire, to her flat abdomen I nuzzled with my face, to her navel, which I licked and teasingly nipped.

Still downward, her pelvis gently pulsating in anticipation, the soft downy texture of her pubic hairs, neatly trimmed in a landing strip, brushed by my chin, my lips, my nostrils flaring open as her scent wafted into my conscious, encouraging my already overloaded lust to seek avenues of release. My twitching cock, hard and throbbing, painfully needed to couple within her.

Not just yet.

I sensed the damp lubrication of her heated vulva as I gently licked and blew on her, teasing her ever so closely to an ecstatic salvation, licking and tugging her lovely pink lips, which continued to secrete as she thrashed away. Her thighs locked down on my head, rubbing against me in erratic patterns.

Her sobs escalated in pitch and volume as I relentlessly drove her. “Please, Mike! You’re driving me crazy!” she begged. That only encouraged me as I greedily lapped her, driving her to a crescendo until I finally triggered her by clamping her sensitive clit with my teeth.

I held on as she rode through her explosive climax, bucking me to and fro. Her yells and sobs of release echoed in the lavish room until finally, her gyrations ebbed still, as I crawled up to her, her kisses raining on me in appreciation.

I stared down at her as our bodies instantly adjusted into position, her hands groping me as she angled my dick to penetrate her. I slowly slid into her as I felt her shift to accommodate my girth. Onward I plunged. Then I was finally vested in her.

I looked into her wonderful green eyes, counting myself lucky that I would have an entire lifetime to gaze into them. “I love you so much, Lila!” I softly whispered as I gently kissed her. The kiss escalated into a more passionate one.

I felt her thrust against me, urging me to initiate our coupling. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began rocking against her, our bodies subtly shifting to explore different angles and frictions, picking up the pace, alternating long thrusts, then hard ones.

Stopping, gasping for breaths in a kissing break as our sweat-glistening bodies slid against one another through the night. “Oh Jesus, Mike, I’m about to come!” she moaned in my ear. I slid in fully within her and stopped my motion. Experience had shown me that her orgasms tended to be a shorts series of trembling spasms that twitched her legs and shook her body in the full throes of ecstasy. She preferred my weight to pin her down as she rode through a cloud of bliss, and then to slowly build up to the next release.

She held me in her closely, sobbing in my ear, her hand on the back of my head, her other arm braced on my back, fingernails digging in my flesh. Her eruptions subsided as I whispered if she was ready to continue. Her pelvis began to grind into me for a response.

Picking up the pace, we continued to rock our way to pleasure. She moved her hand against my shoulder and firmly pushed against it. Her signal to change positions. Suddenly, I was on bottom and Lila was a cowgirl, riding her stud. Her hands cupped her tits as she bucked me.

I was about to erupt and she knew it. She collapsed on me, begging me to come. Het tits were now sliding on my perspiring chest, my hands firmly framing her ribs as I stroked my way to completion. Then I was there. I felt the amazing sensation of release as I shot stream after stream of semen into her. Her body was caught in another orgasm as we completed our act.

After catching our breaths, we engaged in our post-coital play, kissing and caressing each other. Would we go again? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Hell, we had an entire lifetime to decide.

“I love you, Mr. Mike Crowder!” she wearily exclaimed, worn from an entire adrenaline filled day. “And I love you, Mrs. Lila Crowder!” I softly responded as we entwined hands. I felt the shape of the ring I had placed on her ring finger just hours before.

Her breathing pattern drifting to slumber, I enjoyed the quiet as her heartbeat, warmth, and weight served as a comfort blanket while I slowly drifted to sleep.

I woke as I sensed Lila stretching awake, purring like a kitten as I caught her sleepy- eyed gaze. Morning light was streaming into the honeymoon suite, bathing it in golden splendor. We reached for each other, started and completed Round Two.

After an agreed upon period to tend to ourselves in the bathroom, a spontaneous Round Three resulted in the shower. Which, of course, required Round Four after we donned the complimentary expensive terry cloth robes and fell back on the bed. This required another shower session as we reluctantly fought the urge to make it Round Five.

“Do you feel like going again?” Lila asked.

“With you, any day or anytime, but, I need to recharge my battery, woman. You liked to killed me last night.” I laughed.

“I just feel like staying in bed all week,” Lila sighed as she rubbed her foot playfully against my calf.

“Well, that’s the whole point of a honeymoon, darling,” I replied. “But if we did that, then we’d waste those tickets to Paris and lose the opportunity to rut in the City of Light.” I roguishly commented.

“Rut?” Lila wrinkled her pert nose at me. “I see the bloom has already gone off our romance. Now, it’s just a matter of you knocking off a piece whenever you feel like it!” Lila teased.

“And think, honey, of how inspired I’ll be at seeing the phallic symbolism of the Eiffel Tower. 24/7 nonstop rutting!” I replied.

“You wish!” Lila laughed.