Last Updated on 25 October, 2026 by Cara Sutra
Wednesday 8 July
It’s so good to be distracted through the days again, with aching areas and filthy memories from last night.
Monday 13 July
When his hands are tight around my throat while his cock is balls-deep inside me, and my rasping breaths are only at his pleasure, while the shuddering through my body as I struggle under him thrills him and sends him straight to the edge, and I think fuck, yes, I love you.
Tuesday 14 July
My husband loves that I play with my toys all day, handheld or human, but he’s the one that gets to plug in and recharge me.
Sunday 19 July
Messaging him I want him inside me right now, when we’re unable to actually fuck, is its own kind of hotness. Seeing him read the message, the effect on him, the pangs of desire and need, and the looks we exchange in that hot moment. Then the stolen, teasing touches that promise more, through the day.
I love making him wait, even when we’re in bed together. When he spoons me and I can feel his hard cock urgently seeking my hot, wet entrance, but it simply gives him teasing kisses all over his tip and I am fighting the urge to push back to swallow his length entirely, my tits being groped and his fingers doing things to my nipples that makes the whole world tilt and go blurry, writhing and wriggling against him and I know I won’t hold out without him fully inside me much longer.
Despite doing this last night, I made the “mistake” of sharing these thoughts with him this morning. As a result he’s still seeping out of me and coating my inner thighs despite a thorough shower. I don’t wear underwear around the house as I like the free and easy access, the sensuality. So does he. I should calm down. If this carries on it’s likely I’ll be fucked hard for the 4th time in 24 hours. At least I’m pre-lubed. My throat is also sore, for relevant reasons.
If I sound smug, it’s because I am. But hopefully that’s ok, as it’s been so fucking long since my sex drive has been as rampant as it has been these past couple of weeks. On a catch up spree.
Even though it doesn’t make me cum, sometimes I just really fucking need to be licked, you know? I could definitely enjoy that right now for a few hours.
Monday 20 July
The only thing with being fucked awake is that the memory of it, and the residual throb and ache, keeps me distracted all day.
Tuesday 21 July
Soooo tired today that I messaged my husband, working in his office, that he’s just going to have to r*pe me later. I think I just distracted him for the whole day.
My cleavage is also extremely distracting today. One of the side effects of perimeno HRT has been fucking enormous jugs with fuck-me-now-button nipples constantly alert and tingling on the ends. It’s a hard life, or so he tells me.
Spending the afternoon braless, and filled with dog cock dildo coated with orgasm cream first, because I’m apparently made of horn today. None of this is helping. Could orgasm, but that would only ruin the sensation, and I’m waiting until my husband can join me, later. I have informed him of my plight, with videos.
Wondering if I could get conditioned to need a cock or cock toy filling me at all times, so it’s my new normal, and when I’m empty it feels so disturbingly sad and wrong.
Top tip: air con is great for covering the sounds of a remote controlled panty vibe no matter what room you’re in or who else is there at the time.
Wednesday 22 July
Husband’s birthday today, I wonder how I could make it extra special for him.
Looking like I’ll have to grab the clamps, something pussy-filling, and the lube. Looking like anal may win. I slipped a butt plug inside a few hours ago so I’m better prepared. Soon he will select a gag from our collection, and something to fill my pussy as he fills my ass. I will get the spreader bar ready. The nipple clamps and lube are always easily accessible. A very happy birthday.
Thursday 23 July
Who else is sore, shattered, but satisfied this morning?
Wearing a short dress around the house and nothing else. Can’t walk past my husband without my breasts being roughly groped, his thumb brushing over my erect clit and his fingers thrusting into my wetness. And I fucking love it.
He’s looking after me, he said. I’m not to use toys or exert myself with an orgasm or by being fucked, he said. I am to just rest, relax and let it all happen. I love how he takes care of me. My appreciation is seeping down the insides of my thighs.
Friday 24 July
Absolutely failed at not having sex or orgasms yesterday. Finally fell asleep after sucking his cock ‘clean’ whilst being plugged full of his cum. Let’s try again today.
There’s just something about having a pussy rammed full of knotted dog cock toy coated in orgasm cream, thanks to my evil husband, when politely hosting a guest at ours for tea and chat, you know? This is a reflection from the past week, not today. I am being good and resting. Thinking back on the hotness of being so intimately stimulated and acutely aroused whilst having to act composed and maintain such ordinary, everyday chat. It isn’t helping and I want to do it again.
I did my best to rest today, only a little wriggle off track to clamp nipples and fuck myself to orgasm on video for him. Maybe I deserve a treat.
Saturday 25 July
Dirty talk to my husband every day this month.
Sunday 26 July
Making sure I wash my nipples extra thoroughly in the shower with my favourite, Original Source Mint shower gel. Then having to keep washing my pussy thoroughly too, as it keeps getting slippery filthy for some reason.
If only I could keep my hands off my tits, I’d get so much more done. But ever since the HRT gave me FFs, my fingertips are magnetised to my hyperaroused nipples. It’s a curse.
Officially 46 today. Happy birthday to me. Send birthday cuddles, or deviant filth. Your choice.
Evil husband just came over, straddled me where I sat on the sofa so I couldn’t move my legs, teasing both my tits by groping them and nails raking over my sensitive nipples, kissing me so I’d moan my need into his mouth. Then as my hips started bucking as I need his cock inside me so much, he laughed gently against me, got up and walked away. I am an aching, quivering, leaking mess.
Brain melting arousal. Answering the door to the delivery guy in a thin clingy sundress and no bra. Then there was another one, Amazon this time. What I forgot to mention is I’ve been full of dildo held in with a tight G-string for hours as well, including when taking these guys’ deliveries. I may be slightly aroused.
Monday 27 July
I’m not used to cumming whilst being fucked but it’s something I’m willing to work at, the payoff is spectacular. Not quite at the level of synchronisation for simultaneous orgasms, that stuff of erotica dreams. He likes me to cum first, whilst he’s inside me, however I make that happen. Then he really enjoys fucking me through the sensitive afterthroes of it all, so I’m a bucking, mewling animal as he pounds me, and a broken ragdoll after he’s filled me. I’m a lucky woman.
It’s strange because I never used to enjoy being teased, preferring the fastest route to orgasm every time. Since libido returned, with a vengeance, I’m going all day, most days, denying myself the climax, delaying it until later, teasing myself as cruelly as I would tease any sub. Well, perhaps not that cruel. By the time I allow myself the orgasm, it’s vision-altering, body-collapsing, requiring a gag due to the sounds I’d make otherwise, prolonged.
What a mindblowing birthday, yesterday. I’ll be remembering the erotic sensations for a long time, mind and body. Today, enforced rest.
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