Blue Eyed Bader

My sex life is extremely vanilla as you have read on here.  More often than not it is non-existence but when we do have sex it is missionary, or me on my side and her on her back.  We occasionally change it up like last week and I put her legs over my shoulders and we fuck hard.  But it is still always vanilla. When talking about it I explain my desires to explore more non-traditional sex.  I want to explore bondage and restraints and would love to get slightly more into pain and withholding pleasure from the other partner. During one of these conversations she told me her dreams. She dreams about being fucked roughly by strangers.  Being held down and taken, not against her will but restrained to where she can not resist. In her dreams she explained that it is never with me, but always someone else.  Someone she has never met before and can not really make out the face. She told me she was embarrassed by it and that I should not take it the wrong way.  Take it the wrong way,

The decision had been made a few days prior, it just so happened to work out that our daughter was over a friends house at the time. We sat together on the couch, her legs over mine me caressing her thighs. My thoughts wandered to what was in store for the evening and I thought we should turn off the tv and retire to the bedroom.  She had different thoughts and asked me to brush her hair.  I accepted her proposition and we sat with her at my feet and me brushing her long blond hair. Time seemed to stop right about then.  I stroked her hair and tuned everything else out from the day.  With my daughter off at a friends there were no interruptions.  My cock was already hard and I thought about taking her right there in the living room.  But the moment was perfect and I wanted to wait until we were comfortable in bed. We finished up the show with her next to me and me rubbing her back.  She loves the way that I tickle her skin, slowing moving my hand back and forth just barely touc

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When I was younger and living in New Jersey we used to put all our money together in the weeks leading up to the 4th of July and buy fireworks from some small shop in New York City. The shop was in Little Italy and you would drive up to it, one person got out and placed the order and they told you to pull your car into the alley and they would load you up and you would be on your way. It was all completely illegal and very strange to actual do the transaction but you would leave with enough explosives, umm I mean fireworks to have your own full show. One of the boxes we would get would be a gross (144) of quarter sticks of dynamite.  Basically as the name implies a quarter of a stick of dynamite.  These packed much more than an m80 or a blockbuster, but in our minds they were still safe enough to hold in your hand and throw out into the backyard of whoever' house you were celebrating at. Every once in a while we would get bigger ones, half sticks or even the professional gr