Mac came in from a run all sweaty and adrenaline pumped and He jumped into a shower to clean off. I went into the kitchen to find me something to eat. Somehow seeing that He had worked so hard on His run had made me kind of hungry. I grabbed a tub of low fat strawberry fromage frais and made myself quite comfortable on the couch so I could relax and really enjoy it.

I was only about half way through it when Mac came downstairs wearing just a towel wrapped loosely around His waist. The towel did little to hid His erection.

"Stand up and take off your panties." He said.

I carefully put my yummy fromage frais on the coffee table and stood up and took my panties off. I handed them to Him and He tossed them aside.

"Now bare your breasts for me." He said.

I pulled my top up and eased my breasts gently from my bra. (They are kind of sore, just a dull sort of ache that I can't soothe.)

"On your knees slut and take care of my cock." He said.

I moved forward and knelt in front of Him while He pulled away the towel. He tried to tell me what to do, but, well, I knew what would make Him come. I knew just where to put my lips and how to flick my tongue and what noises should come from my throat.

"Christ." He said in less then a minute. "I am going to come."

And He did. I swallowed like a good girl. Then I got up off my knees and sat back on the couch, putting my breasts away. I picked up my fromage frais and continued eating it, still enjoying it immensely. Mac sat down beside me and attempted to catch His breath.

"Hey," I said between spoonfuls. "Can I ask a question?"
"Go on" He said, eyeing me suspiciously. Apparently some women take advantage of the Male weakness after orgasm to get things they want. I can't imagine anyone doing that. (Looks at the fairy on my desk and smiles quietly.)
"Why did I have to take my panties off for that?" I asked and ate another spoonful of my delicious dessert and tried not to smirk too much.
"I don't know." Mac said a little confused. He thought for a moment, then, "You made me come too fast!" It was a definite accusation, bordering on complaint.

I had to shove the spoon back into my mouth because I was certainly smirking now.

"Smug bitch." He said.

I got the giggles and I couldn't stop. Mac just shook His head at me.

I can't help that I know Him so well and if I could help it, I wouldn't change it. I love being able to make Him lose control and forget what He wants to do to me. I love owning that little piece of Him. Whether He knows it or not, His sex belongs to me. No one will ever be as good at it for Him as I am. No one will ever know Him the way I do. I love that. As much as I am His, He is mine.

That is how it should be, don't you think?

Not last night but the night before, we had sex, the long drawn out kind. Mac was enjoying the act itself so much that He wouldn't let Himself come. He didn't seem to want it to end.

And for some ungodly reason He seemed to think that if He wasn't coming, then I should not come either. Each time I got close He would hold still inside me, or change position, or stop sucking on my cunt. It got so I would hiss "Bastard" at Him and try to slap Him hard. He would pin my arms to the bed and hold them there until I got lost in the sensations again. He called me names and told me that I was good for nothing but this. I was just a cockslut, a fuckwhore whose only purpose was to please Him. He told me He didn't give a fuck about my orgasm, only His mattered. I tried so hard to force Him to come that I was weeping long before He let either of us get there. When He finally said, "Come now bitch. I will allow it." I almost exploded with release. Mac was quick to claim the orgasm as His own. He only let me come because it pleased Him that I did. Then He came inside me thrusting His cock into me impossibly deep. It was so frustratingly good that I wanted to kill Him and fuck Him forever, both at the same time.

When He let me go I curled up into a little ball beside Him. He kissed my tears and stroked my hair and called me His princess. He told me I am so much more than a cockslut and a fuckwhore. I am His wife, His love, His beautiful girl, the mother of His baby. He told me He loved me and that I am very precious to Him and that I should never forget that we are us.

I fell into an exhausted sleep with Mac still watching quietly over me.

Yesterday, I was so much less unsettled. I didn't seem to be looking so hard for the hurt. I have been looking for it, expecting it, waiting for Mac to say or do something to upset me and of course when you look for something that hard, it becomes easy to find. It got so I could twist almost anything He said into an attack on me personally, even when I knew it wasn't meant the way I chose to take it. Mac is not always the most sensitive person. Sometimes things slip out of His mouth before His brain has time to register how it might sound. I usually just roll my eyes and shake my head and add it to the list of things to tease Him about. But these past couple of weeks it has all been about wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Anonymous was right when commenting that I have struggled with these issues before, but it only happens when Mac has gone away, or when Mac and I don't have time to be us. This time it happened with Mac right next to me. And Mac said usually all He has to do is slap my face and fuck my mouth and hold me close when He is done and I come back to Him, but this time I fought to keep Him far away. There is still a part of me that wants to fight. I had to push it away a few times yesterday, but it was easier to do. It had little substance and seemed to have silly arguments for me, so it wasn't hard not to listen to it too much.

Last night after dinner, in the middle of a conversation about some friends of ours, I suddenly bowed my head and hid behind my hair and whispered that I would like to kneel before Him. Mac simply said "then do it" without missing a beat so I slipped onto the floor and knelt with my head resting on His thigh. He stroked my cheek and the conversation continued until it reached an end.

We stayed there, just quiet for a while. I kissed His thigh. He asked me if I would like to pleasure Him.

"Yes." I said quietly. He cuffed my face, not hard, but not soft either. It was meant to get my attention quick.
"Yes Sir." He said in a voice that left me in no doubt that He wanted complete control.
"Yes Sir." I said and helped Him out of His pants.

While I licked and sucked and stroked His cock, I murmured things to Him. Things like "I love Your cock." And, "Mmm so hard." And Mac pulled me away from Him a little and slapped my face again.

"You will call me Sir, until I tell you to stop, slut." He said.
"Yes Sir." I whispered and went back to suckling His cock.

I still murmured to Him and it was only two murmurs later that He was pulling me up again. He slapped me.

"What did I tell you to call me?" He growled.
"Sir" I said somewhat confused.
"Don't make me remind you again."

I realised then that He wanted it at the end of each muttering. "I love Your cock, Sir." "I love the way it feels, Sir" "I want to taste You in my throat all night, Sir."

He pulled me up onto His lap and kissed me. Long hard wet kisses that made me ache with wanting Him. He made me guide Him inside me and make Him come. I complied happily. I remembered to say Sir on every thing I said including "I love You Sir. Oh god Sir. I love You."

He held me for a long time after He had come, then He told me I didn't have to call Him Sir anymore, unless of course I wanted or needed to. I held His face and kissed Him softly. "Thank You Sir." I said. He smiled at me.

Then again this morning, when He was ready for work, He sat on the couch and I knelt at His feet, just because I wanted to be there. When He said He had to go I told Him I had been pretending not to notice the clock and He smiled and stroked my hair. I told Him I didn't want Him to go, that I needed Him and He stayed there and talked to me. He let me make Him come again, this time, without any slapping or growling, just softly jerking Him. Then He stayed with me even longer, knowing He was late. He touched my cheek, and played with my hair and told me He felt very close to me. I felt relieved. I didn't want to feel Him move away.

It was 40 minutes after He should have left for work that I finally worked up the courage to say that He should leave. He smiled at me very gently.

"I should have gone ages ago." He said softly.
"I know." I said, feeling a little guilty.
He raised my chin so I had to look up at Him. "But Sarah," He said looking straight at me, "sometimes, I need to be with you too."

So we are taking it slow, and I am being kinder and gentler on myself. I am trusting myself and doing what I want to do instead of trying to figure out what is right. I am trusting Mac to do the right thing by us instead. He is letting it happen as it happens, not trying to push it, but embracing what is offered to Him.

It's times like this I know we can face anything together.

Mac is not about to let me fall.

I think that I am a little tongue tied at the moment. I don't seem to be able to find the words to convey what I am feeling, not properly. Still I will give it a shot and see what comes out. Maybe you guys will understand.

Right now I am almost completely withdrawn from Mac. It has taken me by surprise. I have pulled away so far that I am a little scared I wont find my way back. Mac isn't trying to make me come back to Him. He never does. He is letting my tears and tantrums go unchecked.

Why am I doing this? I don't know. I feel vulnerable and very protective. I am building up high thick walls so that no one, not anyone at all can get through. I feel I have to because to let anyone in would be dangerous to me. I don't want to let anyone hurt me. I feel like everyone will.

I cry a lot, way too much, actually. It's very unpleasant as crying always makes me feel like my head is full of cotton wool and it is harder to process what is going on. I cry over the silliest of things, like my tea going cold before I can drink it, like the vegies not being ready when the meat is, like feeling Mac standing behind me watching me. I seem to have very little control over when these waterworks appear.

We fight a lot, over stupid things, things we have never fought over before. I get angry over little things and instead of just letting them go, I hang onto them until I explode. Mac doesn't get it, doesn't understand at all why suddenly these things are such a big deal. I don't get it either so it is really hard to explain just why it suddenly means so much to me especially when ten minutes after explosion I can't even remember why it was so important.

And I spend a lot of my time, way too much of it, thinking about Mac dragging me back into line by my hair. I think about Him holding my face, forcing me to look at Him while He growls at me to behave. I think about Him marking me, biting my tits, writing on me with the pen. I think about Him holding me up against the wall and fucking me with no regard to my feelings at all. Yet if He touched me I would scream blue murder and scratch and spit and bite. I would fight Him to protect me and the baby, because I don't seem to have a choice.

I want to go to Him, right now, right this moment and kneel beside Him and ask Him to help me. But I am scared that if I went to Him my knees would refuse to bend and I don't know where we would end up then. If that happened would I stay this lost? I want so much to find Him again. I want to find us.

We lay in bed last night, Mac had me pressed against Him, His arm flung over me. The wall between us was growing stronger with everything we weren't saying. Mac softly kissed the back of my neck.

"Don't pull away too far, baby." He whispered. "There is too much to lose." And I thought about that most of the night while I couldn't sleep.

We don't lose the love, or the friendship. We don't lose the respect we have for each other, or even the lust. But we lose the trust and the honesty we share, we lose what makes us special and makes us shine so brightly when we are together. And that is worth more then some people ever know.

I am always saying that a dominant man will not force you to your knees. A true dominant man will wait for you to come to him, he will wait for your submission, not beat you into it. Mac is being patient, very patient, just waiting for me to come back to Him. I want Him to force me. It would be easier if I didn't have to give it to Him, but He believes it has to be given freely. He is right, I know. Damn Him.

I wrote the above yesterday and didn't have time to post it. That is a good thing because there is something I need to add. Mac told me last night that I should remember I am the one that needs to submit. He doesn't need it. I am only hurting me by holding it back. It is a silly thing to do to myself. He said I can fight to hold it back from Him all I want. In the end, I will give my submission to Him because it is what I need. He will wait. I stopped trying to fight what I need from Him. He just smiled smugly when He felt me give in then He used me for loud messy sex.

He can be such an arrogant Bastard. I really don't know what I would do without Him.

God. I am so wishy-washy and emotional right now. It is the baby, isn't it? Please tell me this doesn't last the whole nine months. I think Mac and I both will be insane by then!

First I would like to say a very heartfelt and warm thankyou to everyone who left us congratulations below. Mac and I are very touched by every one of your comments. Thank you all so very much.

I have been to the doctors and the test results are back and I most definitely have a baby growing inside of me. My hormone levels are apparently just as they would expect them to be so the baby is growing quite nicely.

The due date based on my last menstrual cycle is September 24th 2006.

I guess I will never be 100% sure that we conceived on New Years Eve, but I would certainly like to think it is so. Mac and I both knew I was ovulating that day. Mac spent the whole of it fighting me off and pushing me away. I couldn't keep my hands off him and kept trying to entice Him to our bed in very non-subtle ways. (In other words I kept grabbing His crotch and sticking my tongue in His mouth.) He was having none of it though. He had work He really needed to finish off and if He had taken me to bed, we would have ended up staying there all night and not going out because I would have kept making Him hard and making Him come again.

So it is possible, completely possible that it was up against the wall, with all those people around, when Mac came inside me, that we started this little one.

And I can just imagine that in years to come, when the child is most susceptible to embarrassment, Mac will take them past that place and tell them that their conception took place just there. I will of course be blushing and telling Mac to hush while the child whines "Oh god dad, I don't want to know that!"

He would do it too. I just know it.

While I was at the doctors she gave me a heap of small booklets on diet and exercise and 'what happens now' type things. Mac and I flicked through them together the other night while lying in bed. Mac seemed rather interested in one that showed the babies development in the tummy and He had a quick read about some of the changes that occur.

"Whew" He finally said as He put the little booklet aside, "this whole making babies thing is not as easy as people think it is. It's a lot of hard work!" I grinned at Him as I snuggled down into the bed. He sighed dramatically. "I guess it is no walk in the park for you either."

I keep wondering how many of these lines He has left. I think He has been saving them all up just waiting for this chance to use them. I hope He has used them all by the time we get to the delivery room. I am not sure I could handle a smartass while in pain.

I have hundreds of thoughts going through my mind about how I feel and what I think I might feel, but right now I have very little time to write them all down. I am sure though that by the time this baby comes you will all be tired of hearing about the little one.

I promise I won't stop writing about the other things as well.

Saturday night, I found myself standing at the door to Mac's study, shifting quietly from foot to foot. I was tense, nervous and I wasn't sure I should tell Him what I had to say, I had been keeping it a secret from Him for two days and I was feeling ill from not knowing what to do. I didn't want to disappoint Him too.

Mac noticed me there pretty quickly and He frowned at the look on my face. I think He had known something was wrong with me at least all of Saturday but in typical Mac fashion He figured I would come to Him when I was ready. He motioned for me to come into the room and I did, moving to my knees in front of Him.

"Hey baby," He said softly. "What's up?"
I looked up at Him. "My period is two days late." I whispered and stupidly, I started to cry. I hadn't wanted to tell Him. I kept waiting for my period to start. I thought if it just started, He wouldn't have His hopes up. But I really didn't want to do a pregnancy test without Him holding my hand so I had to tell Him. I guess the lows are as much a part of being a couple as the highs are. I saw the realisation dawn on His face.

"Oh babe. Are you?" He asked.
"I don't know." I said. "But I want to test it in the morning and I thought we should find out together."
"Yes." He said. "Ok."

And He told me to 'c'mere' and I climbed into His lap and He kissed my hair and asked me why I was crying. I tried to explain that I didn't want to disappoint Him but I felt that He should know and that I knew that if I wasn't pregnant, I would be letting Him down. He kissed me and held me tight and told me over and over that it was fine, if not this month, then the next one or the next, no rush, we have plenty of time. I knew all of this, of course I did, but I couldn't help but feel that this test had a pass and a fail and I was sure, like on other occasions when I had been late, I would take the test and my period would start as soon as my negative result was returned.

Saturday night I don't think either of us got much sleep. We both seemed to toss and turn, find each other in the bed and hold onto each other and touch and murmur and doze again. When I climbed out of bed at around 6.30am with a somewhat full bladder Mac sat up in the bed and looked at me.

"Now?" He said. He was dishevelled and obviously still very sleepy.
"Yeah," I said. "Least if we know we can get some sleep." I did my best to smile.

I went into the bathroom and followed the directions, muttering to myself about why they always give us such a small collection device. I put the little strip into the cup then took it out and laid it on some paper, then cleaned up and washed my hands and took the paper with me back into the bedroom.

Mac looked at me questioningly.

"It takes a couple of minutes," I said. But I looked as I put the paper down and I could see the control line colouring and I knew. I thought I should wait the right amount of time though, just in case it changed. I climbed back into our bed and I snuggled up real close to Mac. He held onto me tightly and I just breathed deeply, inhaling His scent for a minute before I had to tell Him.

Mac told me that He loved me. He loves me. And that no matter what we would be fine.
"Plenty of time." He whispered. "Plenty of time."
"I love You." I said and squeezed Him as tight as I could. Then I sat up and looked over at the test. I looked at Him and I started to cry. Mac frowned.

"We are going to have a baby." I said.

Mac stared at me. He just stared. I think He was even more in shock than I was.

"I am going to be a dad." He finally said. I nodded slowly at Him. He opened His arms and I went into them eagerly. "We are going to have a baby." He said. "We are going to have a baby and I am going to be a dad." He kissed me. I started giggling. "I am going to be a dad." He said again.

He turned me onto my back and slid down my body until He was level with my tummy. He ran His hand over it looking at my lower belly with amazed happiness. He kissed my tummy.

"We love you, child. Always will." He said. I cried again. He came up my body slowly, kissing me here and there until He was over me, kissing away my tears. "I love you, Sarah." He said. He touched me so tenderly. I cried some more. "Can I make love to you?" He asked softly and I nodded through my tears.
"I would like that very much." I said.

I don't think I stopped crying the whole way through, not even when I came. I know I cried harder when He did. He kissed me so many times and held me so gently, touched me so carefully that I couldn't help but feel like the most precious being on earth, the most loved person in the world. He didn't let go of me, didn't seem able to, even after we were done.

We lay there, all wrapped up in each other and talked about our baby, what happens next, how we want the nursery to look, things we can borrow versus things we want to buy new. We talked about Dr's and tests and who we should tell first and how neither of us really wanted to tell anyone right then. We wanted it to be our special secret for a while.

I grew tired in spite of all the excitement and Mac snuggled me into Him and whispered that He wanted me to sleep, that I needed it to help our baby grow. I smiled at Him, my big, rough, protective, rugby player, daddy-to-be. He played with my hair until I fell asleep.

When I woke a couple of hours later, I reached out for Mac but He wasn't there. I thought I could hear Him somewhere downstairs. I threw one of His shirts on and walked to the top of the stairs.

"Mac?" I called out.
"In the kitchen babe." He said. I heard something clatter. "It's ok, I have it all under control."
"What are You doing?" I asked praying that He wasn't cooking breakfast. It might take me all day to clean up after Him.
"Boiling water and ripping up sheets." He called back to me. "They always say that. Haven't a clue why, but they always shout boil the water and rip up the sheets." I started laughing and in moments I was crying again. Mac brought me up some tea.

God I love Him.

We are going to have a baby, a tiny little McBroden, one we made together, with love.

And I am going to be a Mum.

Hopefully I will have stopped crying in happiness by then.

P.S. I just remembered, we were sitting on the couch yesterday afternoon, all snuggled up and talking about babies and such when Mac suddenly pulled me up so He could look at me.

"Wait a minute," He said frowning and looking all serious, "how can I be sure you are the mother?"

I rolled my eyes and snuggled back up against Him while He chuckled to Himself.

I really do adore that Man.

I sent Mac some pictures I found on the net. I didn't mean to find them, just came across them accidentally while looking at people's yahoo 360 blogs. I quietly copied them and stuck them into an email for Mac who happened to be sitting in a room all the way across the hall. Almost immediately He called out to me.

"Sarah?"
"Yes?"
"Did you just email me?"
"Yes."
"Ok."

This was followed by a minute or so of silence while I waited for Him to download the pictures. He had three of them downloaded and opened when He called me again.

"Sarah?"
"Yes?"
"Get your ass in here."

I was grinning as I walked into His room.

"Lovely pictures" He said. "Where are they from?"
"Just some blogs I was looking at. I thought you might like to see so I chose the ones I liked."
"Oh." He said and nodded thoughtfully as another one appeared on His screen.

There were six in total, each of them quite delicious, each of them eye catching for a reason of its own. Some were black and white and some were coloured, each had an air of sex and submission, most contained some sort of bondage with an obviously willing participant.

"Mmmmm" murmured Mac as the last picture opened, "I think we should look at these together, don't you?" I said little as He pointed out to me why each picture was pleasing to Him. I smiled a lot as we went through them all because amongst all the tits and ass, pussies and cocks and the sexual acts themselves, the things Mac liked were the look of lust in her eyes as this one looked up at her male or the way that one seemed to be reaching out for more, her hands wrapped around her males ass to pull him further into her.

We got to the last one and I was shifting from foot to foot as the throbbing in my groin grew to an almost painful state. I was very aware of Mac's erection and the sexual tension that had sprung up between us. I wanted to be on my knees between His legs but Mac had not invited me there yet.

"This one," Mac said, "I think this one is my favourite."

I glanced at the screen to see a girl lying on a bed. She was naked, alone, a long length of chain between cuffs on her ankles and a shorter length of chain between her wrists. Her legs were parted, her toes curled in pleasure, her fingers touching between her legs. Her eyes were closed and her face turned to the side, perhaps in an effort to hide herself in such a private moment.

"Know why I like this one?" Mac asked. I thought it might have been for any of the reasons I mentioned in the description above. I was wrong. "Look at her breasts," He said. "See how they are off centre, hanging slightly off to the side?" And I noticed that He was right. They weren't perfect little mounds of plastically enhanced breast, they had a very natural sort of tilt to them. "That's what your breasts look like when you are laying on your back." He said. He had turned to me slightly, still watching the screen as His hands slid up beneath my top and worried at my bra. I reached up behind my back and unhooked it for Him. He took the fullness of my breasts into His hands without taking His eyes off the screen.

"Mmmmm" He murmured again. "Gorgeous, just gorgeous. So beautiful." He looked at me then and smiled. "Just like yours."

He raised my top, pulling me towards Him and I guided my nipple into His mouth. My gorgeous beautiful breasts were streaked with His semen before He was done.

And I like that my Husband can see beyond the nudity, that He looks beyond the perfection of these airbrushed shots. It's not the appearance of the people in the pictures, or the acts taking place. It's the enjoyment, the lust, the natural things that capture His attention. It's not the perfect breasts, but the real ones, ones that are just like mine.

He makes it so easy for me to adore Him.

I am a very lucky girl.

The hand in her hair pulled her head back as far as it would go. A knot formed and twisted in her groin.

"Please Sir?" she whispered, the weakness in her voice scaring her even more. "Please don't hurt me?" She whimpered when the hand tightened its grip, causing her scalp to sting.

She looked up into ice blue eyes, softly parted lips, unable to see anything but his face. He was smiling, the arrogant Bastard, a smug controlled smile. He was putting no effort at all into holding her there.

"But sweetheart," He murmured gently, leaning forward so the warmth of His breath tickled her ear. His voice was calm, seductive, but she sensed the lust thickening His throat. "You like it so much better when I do."

Bastard. Arrogant smug Bastard. Sometimes I hate it so much that He knows me so well.

And yet I wouldn't give it up for all the world.

We have just had another busy time. So often of late I feel as though there are not enough hours in the day to fit in everything I need to do. I spent most of last week preparing for another market. Although I sold very little at the last market, I still needed to fill out my stock. I wanted a broad range of paintings, more to show my diversity than in expectation of making sales. I wanted the sales too, but I also wanted people who didn't see anything they liked to enquire about other things I can paint. For the most part, it worked. I sold a few things and took some orders. I will wait another month until people are over the whole Christmas period and hopefully be even more successful next time. The orders and restocking will keep me busy until then.

I worked so hard last week that on Friday, Mac suggested we both take a day off. I thought it was a brilliant idea. I would like to say we spent the whole day making love, but that is too gentle a description of what we did. I have to say we fucked all day instead.

Mac pretty much had me in every position He could think of, over Him, under Him, beside Him, leaning back so He could see His cock enter me, between my breasts, in my mouth, my pussy and my ass. I am still a little tender in some places where He stretched me with His fingers and forced entry with His cock. I have some suck/bite bruises on my neck, on my breasts and on my inner thighs and some teeth marks that will take a while to heal. He made me cry, more than once, with the pure lust of it all. He made me beg, more than once and more than once, He said no.

And between all the fucking, the biting, hair pulling, crying, tongue probing, clitoris licking, cock sucking, deliciously decadent sex, Mac and I would lie together in the bed and touch and tell each other stories from our week and laugh at silly things done and said. We talked to each other about love and how precious we are to each other and how special time spent together always is.

I fell in love with Mac on Friday. Not just once, but a dozen times at least. I am glad we took the time out to be together like that.

We need it every now and then.

"I am thirsty." Mac said while snuggled up with me on the couch. I was having a bad day where I kept fighting with everyone and I have no clue why it kept happening. I just couldn't seem to make it stop.
"Then You should have a drink." I said snuggling into His chest closer because He smells so good and feels so right against my cheek.
"Can't right now." He said matter-of-factly. "I am too busy holding you close."

My big tough rugby player keeps telling me He isn't at all romantic.

Who needs flowers when you have moments like this?


Addit: When I showed Mac the above and told Him it was my blog post for the day, He scowled at me.
"You make me sound like a big girl's blouse!" He said.
I grinned and offered to kiss His scowl away.
And my big tough romantic rugby player came back with "A blow job would not be unappreciated while you are at it."

Good job He isn't going completely soppy on me.

"Are you wearing panties?" Mac asked with His hand on the door.
"Yes" I said from behind Him.
"Take them off." He said and I removed them and handed them over to Him. He hung them on the key rack beside the front door. "Ok." He said. "Let's go."

And that was how our New Years celebration started. A friend of ours had decided to have a party in the middle of a party, so to speak. So we spent most of the night out in the city with a large group of friends. It was a rather amazing atmosphere. There were people everywhere. We celebrated amongst friends and complete strangers, talking and laughing, shouting and laughing some more. It was a brilliant way to see out the old year.

As the New Year approached Mac stood behind me near a shopfront and wrapped His arms around my waist. We watched the revellers become more frantic in their celebrations and I felt Mac rubbing His groin against my ass. I pushed back into Him. The count down began and as the cheers reached fever-pitch I turned to welcome in our New Year with a kiss. Mac pushed me back against the wall, lifted me from the ground and as I locked my legs around His waist He lowered me onto His cock. He must have freed it sometime during the count.

"Sarah" He said close to my ear so He could be heard, "make me come. I want us to have a baby this year."

I grabbed His face in my hands and pulled His lips to mine and I kissed Him hungrily, completely oblivious now to anyone around. Three or four short sharp thrusts later I felt His semen spill into me. He moaned into my throat as His cock pulsed. We stayed that way a while longer, just kissing and holding each other, His cock softening inside me in the biggest crowd of people I have ever seen. When He finally lowered my feet to the ground again, He looked at me with a sheepish grin on His face.

"So?" He said. "Are you ok with the whole baby thing?"
"God yes." I said and threw my arms around His neck and kissed Him again.
"Good" He said. "Then we need to get my boys right on the job. I am going to have to not come on your face and tits and in your ass for a while."

That lasted until we got home.

I didn't mind.

I think this is going to be quite a year.