a zine

I was reading a zine called Lazy Boy by Mike Baker. It's brilliant sex stories, more dark than what I usually read, but very good and sometimes arousing for me.

So last night, it was late, but I suggested to my husband, Want to masturbate together? I was afraid of being rejected but was very brave. He was tired but said okay.

So we got lubricant, and we lay there masturbating together in bed. The only light was from a lamp near our heads. Sometimes my eyes were closed and I imagined fucking. I imagined being held down by the wrists and pinned, taken roughly so that it hurt. I imagined fucking on a couch, an old couch with coarse fabric. I imagined fucking on the ground in a forest. I imagined being fucked to be impregnated, fucked without a condom, my husband putting it as hard and deep into me as he could, coming with all his might, to get that come as far inside me as possible.

What do you like to imagine? I'm often outside. I'm sunbathing nude in a secluded area of the beach. My husband comes to me as a stranger and takes me. In the forest, it's under trees, and I feel like an animal.

Do you want to watch me come? he asked. I said yes. I watched as the semen spurted out of him, and I saw the rhythm of his hand change as the feelings changed inside him. I looked at his face, and it was scrunched up in pleasure. I love you, he said.

I love you too, I said.

He cleaned up, and I wanted him to hurry. He touched my tits as I rubbed myself home. I imagined my clitoris as a cock. I imagined it pushing forward eagerly. I felt its largeness and slickness under my fingers. I took myself to the edge and stopped. I took myself to the edge and stopped again. I stayed there, moving my fingers so slightly, teasing myself. My husband was close to me. His face was on my face, and we listened to one another breathing. I let myself finally come, and it was everything I needed. I was completely silent, keeping all my feelings inside.