Tiny Sadists

Daylight saving time plays hell with the gosling's sleep schedule. On Sunday night Goose and I were NOT going to be denied a proper rogering after our weekend of ethical sluttery, but they sure didn't make it easy. The eldest went to sleep a bit later than usual, but the toddler wasn't having bed-time at all. We laid him in his bed. He got up. We cuddled in front of the TV. He wanted to read books. We stretched out on the couch. He preferred to jump. Finally, very very late, he slipped off to sleep and Goose tucked the tiny sadist into bed.

She shimmied into our bedroom, stripping off her jeans and tank top, and we sighed as she climbed over and laid on top of me, happy to be together at last. We kissed and let our hands take long delayed mutual explorations. Just circling my fingers from Goose's neck, over her nipples to her belly button and back - that'll do for an hour or two. But then Goose pinched me hard and I had to toss her over and drag these pink panties off of her ass while she kicked and tried to get at the bruises on my chest from Saturday. I pinned her naked body face down and tipped a pool of our favorite massage oil onto the small of her back, starting to drag it around with my fingers. I turned to set the oil on the side table and found: the gosling clambering onto our bed.

"Umm," I said. Goose screamed and threw the covers over herself. "I awake!" said the kid happily and we both rolled around laughing. When he flopped down looking sleepy, I just shrugged at Goose. "Bathroom!" she yelped. Lights out now, she dragged me by the hand into the dark bath, shut the door, and guided me to sit on the toilet.

She crouched over my lap, "sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do," and she slid down onto me and started to move in slow circles. She leaned back with her hands on my knees and I grasped her hips, picking her up and letting her body drive down. But sitting on the, um, privy, leaves something to be desired when I'm having sex, so I stood up, tipping us over, her still half-impaled on me. "Turn around," I said, laughing. She bent over, grasping the towel hook on the door, and I pushed into her from behind. Legs pulled back until she was nearly hanging from the door, both of us mmphing and grunting from the effort. The towel rack started to creak. That's not a hard point, she gasped, reaching for other handholds, Okay Okay, I'm good. Not exactly what we started out looking for, but it was a fun, fast, ferocious fuck, stretched out like spiders in the pitch black bathroom, as Sunday night turned to Monday morning.