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Morning – Nude – Night

Published January 7, 2018 by Krystal Minx

Good Morning! Something yummy for breakfast 🙂

Mid-Day Sunshine and Cleaning

Time to tidy up

Good Night!

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A Helping HAND!

Published October 16, 2017 by Krystal Minx

Mr Minx and I have an AWESOME sex life, and it’s a very rare day that we don’t have sex of some kind. On more days than not, we have sex more than once, and honestly this is surprising even to us. We act like newlyweds most of the time, even though we’ve been together for the better part of a decade! We like to mix things up doing various things; I wouldn’t call us “kinky” by the standard definition that most would use, but we definitely maintain a great deal of variety in this regard…we love to experiment with different ways to pleasure each other, in different places, and even occasionally with different partners.

I’m ALWAYS very willing to pleasure Mr Minx with my mouth, and love to swallow every drop of his deliciously creamy, oh-so-sweet tasting cum, and he loves burying his thick cock in my overly snug pussy until he fills me with his cream. But, a special treat for both of us is when I manually stroke him to climax. He loves the amount of friction it provides while he gets to watch, and I enjoy the pleasure it gives him and of course the happy ending!

Almost nightly, while watching TV on our couch, I find myself reaching into his loose pajama bottoms for that special time with my favorite toy. Sometimes this goes further, and sometimes we simply enjoy the sensual bond this gives us. One memorable session when I recently got to pleasure him to completion like this was a few mornings ago, just before I had to leave for work.

I had already gotten ready, finished my chores, and still had a bit of time before I had to leave. I entered our room and, as usual at this time of morning, Mr Minx was still sleeping soundly. I inched closer to him and took a look, as I usually do…I love watching him sleep, and seeing him in that peaceful state always made it difficult to leave him. He was naked, as we both usually sleep like that except for the coldest of nights, and was barely covered from the waist down by the thin flat sheet, his right leg mostly out in the open. Something else caught my eye, which made my entire body tingle almost immediately. He had a nice case of “morning wood” and it looked amazing!

I almost gasped aloud, seeing the thick length pressing against the sheet. His length is only slightly above average at around seven inches, but it’s definitely much thicker than most, over six inches around! As often as I see it, I never get used to the feeling it stirs within me. The only part I could clearly see was his bulbous tip, sticking out from the edge of the sheet, but that was more than enough to make my juices flow. I inched closer and kneeled beside him, and reached out to caress his arm and shoulder, however couldn’t take my eyes off his magnificent cock.

I knew I should probably leave for work, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I placed my hand gently on the tip of his cock and slid the sheet down and away from it, revealing it in its full glory. It looked amazing as I softly gripped it and slowly started to stroke it, going up and down its full length. I heard a soft moan, and gazed up to his face. Had he woken up? It didn’t look like it, as his eyes were still closed – he seemed to only be reacting to my touch. I continued, hoping to give him the best “wake-up call” a guy could have!

My hand-job got faster and more intense. I found myself leaning over his cock more and more as I rubbed it, and really had to resist taking it into my mouth. I was sitting fully on the edge of the bed now, completely bewitched by his member. As I stroked it, I did from time to time lick the tip and let my saliva drip over his shaft and my hand, so as to provide a bit of extra slickness. While stroking with one hand, I moved my other to his balls, scratching with my nails just the way he loves. I couldn’t get enough of his yummy thick cock, and knew he had to wake up soon.

I often play with him in the mornings, especially when I wake before him, and I’m always excited at how hard it gets, even while he’s still sleeping. I wanted to make him cum so I could be off to work, but like me, he usually took a bit of time before he reaches orgasm, and part of the problem now was that he was still mostly asleep. I didn’t necessarily want to wake him up, but by this point, I also wanted to see this through!

By this time, I had unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my front-closure bra, and my tits swung beneath with very erect nipples. They begged for attention, so I brushed them across his stomach, arousing my nipples even more as I continued to stroke him. A sudden yet soft moan startled me, and I looked to see that he was semi-awake now, and enjoying my hospitality. I felt a pleasant, gentle grip on my arm as I increased my speed on his throbbing pole, gripping his cock as hard as I could.

He groaned again, and became extra aroused as I dug my nails deeper into his balls. My other hand continued its assault on his straining member, and I could feel it throbbing more and more. I knew he couldn’t last much longer, and thought he was going to burst at the seams. He started to thrust his hips upward every time I would pull downward on his shaft, down and back up again with each stroke, keeping perfectly in sync with me. His cock was hard and swollen and my grip so incredibly tight and wet that even the slightest motion perpetuated the perfect friction that he loved. My movements became furiously fast and I squeezed him like a vice, squeezing his cock so hard it would have normally hurt, had he not been so aroused and on the edge of climax.


His first shot of cum surprised me as it shot straight up with force until landing squarely back down onto his glistening head and then down onto my fingers. The second and third shots were just as thick as I continued the pace, now angling him downward, aiming toward his belly. His massive load came out in thick white creamy ropes, streaming mostly on his belly as I jerked him off good, his loose balls slapping up against my hand on every down stroke amid the frenzied pace. As I continued to vigorously slide my hand over his sensitive head, his pulse quickened as a torrent of cum splattered all over his body, the sheets, down his pulsating shaft and over his balls. The first wave was followed by a fourth, fifth, and sixth pulse, each one delivering a slightly lower volume of liquid as his balls transitioned from fully loaded to fully depleted. The feeling of his own warm cum on his body, enhanced the pleasure of his last couple of explosions.

He cried out with an extended, “Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh, I’m cooooommmming” as his body convulsed in an earth shattering orgasm. I wanted to make sure I got every last drop of cum from his balls as his orgasm subsided, and his body calmed, with his breathing still heavy. I was in awe at the sight and touched his cum with my fingers and felt the slippery texture – I rubbed it all over his stomach and balls. I finally couldn’t resist and lifted my index finger to my tongue to have just a taste of his sweet nectar.


I am not sure how long all this actually lasted, as time seemed to stand still as we built up to that point. Eventually he opened his eyes, smiled as they slowly come into focus, and then closed again as his erection slowly subsided, still thick in my grip. I sat there for a few more minutes, not saying a word, our hearts beating together, and both our emotions and satisfaction obvious in the comfortable silence.

I REALLY didn’t want to leave for work now!


Fingered While Fingering

Published July 13, 2017 by Krystal Minx

This week’s KOTW topic is special to me, especially in my current condition.  Due to my constant pain, I am on a daily regimen of pain and nerve blockers until my surgery provides more permanent relief.  While these opioids help deaden my senses allowing me to somewhat cope day to day, they also have the unfortunate side effect of deadening my sexual sensations too.

I’m still horny and LOVE having sex several times each day…all kinds…but reaching orgasm while taking these meds has become quite the challenge.  Mr Minx and I can make it happen, individually and together, but it’s not consistent and definitely not easy.  Thinking about sex and orgasms each day now comes with some frustration for me.

My favorite way to cum is to start by getting Mr Minx all worked up as I suck him until he’s nice and rigid, while I feel his sexy stubble and talented tongue between my legs, saturating his face with my musky, salty, wetness.  I love to feel his tongue dance on my clit while his fingers explore all around, until I reach the point I must have him inside me.

As he slides his manhood completely into my swollen pussy with one long thrust, Mr Minx can again feel how very wet I am.  This one long push is unusual for us as I seem to be tighter than most women my age.  With his superior girth, it typically takes some time to work him all the way in, but not when he’s made me this wet.  He drives himself into me and withdraws slowly, thrusting again and again, as I smell my sweet scent all over his face.

His breathing grows heavier, in concert with his increasing pace.  Our hips move in sync, creating waves up through my breasts, until those waves hit their limit and reverse directions again and again.  Soon we are biting each other’s lips and neck, sweating from this most pleasurable of aerobic exercise.  Whispering sexy love notes to each other quickly turns into loud exclamations of pure pleasure and passion, and no longer having any concern for the open window to our many neighbors.  Above me, he throws his head back…grits his teeth…buries his entire abundant length with that one final thrust and I dig my nails into his ass.  I feel him bottom out on my cervix…he arches his back, presenting that glorious sexy chest before my eyes, and fills me with pulse after pulse of creamy goodness as I feel his entire body convulsing to my core.  Words are no longer, only moans and grunts of delight.

After his orgasm subsides, he rolls off gently and nestles under my right arm as my well-lubricated canal attempts to recover from his assault.  While he languishes in that post orgasmic, blissful state, I remain consumed by the effects his magical tongue, mystical fingers, and talented cock have on me, and I am sufficiently primed.  In addition to my own gushing juices, his creamy load commingles, resulting in the best lube on earth.  My heart rate is still elevated and I dip my finger into my now tender succulent folds.

My touch is very light at first, easing into the sweet spot…almost a tickle, but just enough not to be.  Dripping wet, I briefly slide my finger inside again to draw out our magical mixture up to my erect clit, straining now for more attention.  My finger traces a few light circles around my taught bud as Mr Minx begins to stir from my activity.  He knows what I like and while still half-comatose, he reaches with both hands for my body.

His left hand finds my nipples, alternating between them until settling on my left, which is a direct conduit to my inner loins.  I don’t know why, but my nipples have always enhanced the feelings in my pussy, and as I near climax the more they are twisted, tugged, and cranked on, the greater the intensity of my orgasm.  Right before the magical moment, I sometimes derive pleasure from some good old-fashioned biting…mmm.

As he works my nipple hard, his spare hand found its way down to my other magical areas.  Avoiding my finger working my clit, he immediately found my slippery essence leaving a trail to the sheets below me.  I turned my head toward him, to kiss him deeply, as these sensations overwhelm my whole body, once again savoring my taste on his lips.

With my essence in hand (literally) he slid his thick fingers inside, stroking the roof of my pussy.  Automatically, this triggered an increased speed of my fingers and the combination of our actions ramped everything up to a whole new level.  As my head tipped back and louder moans escaped my lips, he took another finger lower…further…to press against my ass.

This full on barrage of sensations to my many erogenous zones was enough to make any woman scream, and thankfully override the dulling sensation that these horrid, yet necessary, drugs apply to my brain.  As he worked my tits, his magic hands worked their enchantment on my pussy and ass, and I frantically rubbed my button, working toward that final sprint closer and closer to the release that I needed so desperately by now.

His thumb was completely enveloped by my cunt and his middle finger slipped easily in and out of my ass as I felt those welcomed tingles build to the point of no return.  Our combined juices were now flowing full force from me, providing a slickness unavailable with any commercial product.  He talks dirty to me as his fingers never stop and mine increase their speed.

Although flat on my back, I began thrusting my hips upward toward an imaginary phallus, arching my back and thrusting into our fingers as much as I could.  He reads me well, and goes even deeper with both fingers all the time never forgetting to keep pinching and twisting my nipples as hard as he can.  I scream as my fingers add to the symphony of sensations, reaching their height, pulling me over the top for that release I could no longer do without.

The massive build up of waves crash over me vigorously, again and again, as all our fingers continue their rapid pace on my hypersensitive parts.  As my convulsions subside, so does the fingering.  My hand falls by my side and his slips softly out, his other hand now gently caresses my breasts.  Lying motionless, our souls connected as one, heartbeats are the only sound to be heard.

His fingers and mine are magical of their own accord, and together they can overcome the utmost of hurdles.  This continues to be my favorite way to cum.



Dirty Laundry

Published November 21, 2016 by Krystal Minx

My laundry day indicator is NOT when running low on socks or undies, it is when we are in need of clean “sex rags.”  When only a couple remain at our bedside, this is my clear signal to get some laundry done…STAT!!


We recently replaced our entire supply with nice new gray ones (his & hers, even 🙂 ), so I thought it would make a fun pic.  I’m happy to say that no sooner do I think we are stocked up to last a while, I find that another load (of laundry – ha ha) needs to be done.


Post Triple-Session…Coming Down!

Published November 17, 2016 by Krystal Minx

The fall weather has officially hit us (last week we still had temps in the 80’s) so today we took the morning to enjoy each other between the sheets X3…as I recovered, hubby grabbed the camera…again !


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