She Wants it NOW LoveNotWar He's not in the mood but she knows he can't resist her "Come on, dear, let's make love," my wife said to me. "Oh, sweetheart, not tonight, thanks," I said. "I'm really tired and I have a big day tomorrow." "You didn't understand me. I want to make love with you, and I want to do it right now." "Please, can't we take a raincheck until the weekend?" "NOT on your life! I already told you I want it now, and you're going to give it to me NOW!" "Sorry, no can do." "No can do? No can do? Sweetheart you know I love you, but this decision isn't up to you. You ARE going to do it, whether you're tired, have a headache, or feel up to it or not!" "OK love, I'll cuddle you, but whether I wanted to or not, I'm just too tired and stressed to get it up." She laughed heartily. "Of course you'll get it up! You know you can't resist my muscles and my strength. I'm going to pick you up and carry you to bed. Then I'm going to pin you. You're going to feel my bulging muscles. You're going to remember how strong I am - how much stronger I am than you. You and your penis aren't going to have any choice." She was as good - or as bad - as her word. Effortlessly, she picked me up, holding me too tightly for me to escape. She carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. Protesting though I was, I couldn't help thinking of the many times I had eagerly followed her up those stairs, watching her hard calf muscles bulge with every step. Still, I didn't want her to think she could turn me on unless I was willing. I tried to keep my mind on balancing the checkbook, worries at work - anything that would keep me from getting hard. Despite my efforts the thought of her diamond calves and the bulging biceps I could feel against my body kept intruding. She held me with one hand for a moment as she opened the bedroom door. Then she threw me down on the bed and proceeded to undress, then pin me. I fought hard -with all the strength I could muster. I knew she was perfectly capable of pinning me in under 30 seconds, but she let the fight go on for longer. "You need to exert yourself some so you can be relaxed," she said in a calm, relaxed voice. After about five exhausting (for me, not her) minutes, she said, "OK, you've fought well. Now it's time to pin you." In a jiffy she had me completely under her control, with her knees on my shoulders. "I love the way you fight," she said. "You are a lot stronger than the average man. You're just nowhere near as strong as I am! See my bulging biceps?" She flexed, then she held my hand to one of her thighs. "Feel my big, rock-hard thighs? Look how big they are, and you know they're solid, strong muscle." I began subtracting from 100 by sevens to distract myself from the hugely erotic scenario into which she had carried me. She looked over her shoulder at my penis, which through enormous determination I had managed to keep almost soft. "Good will power!" she said, sweetly. She was barely breathing hard. "You know how incredibly muscular and strong I am. You can't help remembering the hundreds of times I've excited you to within an inch of heart failure. I'm one of the sexiest women in the world. Every man I'm with gets hugely turned on, but I've never known a man to be as turned on as I make you. I know you're fighting me, but you can't help thinking about how strong I am, and how my muscles bulge." She looked over her shoulder again. "Still soft? Well, my dear, did you ever hear of the straw that broke the camel's back?" She turned around so that she was still pinning me, but now she faced my penis. "Here comes the straw!" From a foot away, she gently blew on my penis. She was so right. I gave up any thought of resistance. All I wanted was to feel her juicy cunt enveloping me. I moaned and hollered at the top of my lungs. "Now! Now! Oh, please now!" "Proper attitude, my stud, but first it's your turn to pleasure me. You know what to do." She spread her legs. I put my tongue against her clitoris. Over the years she had taught me exactly what it took to bring her to raging climaxes. In the beginning I had felt a little uncomfortable about the fishy smell, but putting my head between, and my hands on top of, her bulging, tree-trunk thighs and hearing her louder and louder moans was way more than enough compensation. She more excited she got, the harder she flexed her giant thigh muscles. "Now my breasts!" she cried. I touched them ever so lightly, circling but not yet touching her nipples. The subtlety of my touch drove her wild. Sometimes she loved a firm touch on her hard pectoral muscles, or a light tracing of the extra cleavage that they made. I got closer and closer to her nipples, and then began touching the nipples themselves - barely brushing them at first, but getting firmer and then sucking them. Her nipples grew red and erect. Sometimes I would put one hand on her bicep, her deltoid, or her triceps, which she would willingly flex for me. "Now my G-spot!" I put my finger inside her and found her g-spot. We were both sweating and panting now. Every muscle in her body was hard and tense- especially her calves, as her toes involuntarily pointed downward from the arousal. My balls ached from desire. "Now inside me!" She got on top and guided my penis inside. She had extraordinary control of her vaginal muscles. At first her vagina was soft and loose. She barely moved on top of me. I was screaming for release. She could tighten her vagina on me or soften it at will. I put one hand on her breast, teasing it the way she loved, and one hand alternating between her bulging thighs, bulging arms, and washboard stomach. Our movements became stronger and stronger, our moans louder and louder. We both exploded at the same time. I shot her a double portion of semen. Her waves of orgasms went on for many minutes. After a long, exquisite calm, it was time to withdraw. "Thanks for getting me off," she said, with a wicked smile, gently grabbing my penis in one hand. "I know it was a BIG sacrifice for you."