Bedroom Closet

S___ is walking. I was tired. Tired from a long day, not wanting to be too exhausted to be ready. When he comes home I will be ready, naked in the bed, my freshly shaved pussy smooth and wet for him, waiting for his mouth. Spread out on my back, nipples hard from the chill in the air. Half asleep, half awake, anticipating his cock in my mouth, waiting to taste his sweet cum. We had made some rules for the week, some no intercourse rules, but right now more than anything I want to feel his cock deep inside me, I want to be riding it, I want to see how deep he can go. But I will wait, I will follow the rules, when he comes home and feels my bare pussy I will hold him there, make him lick, make him suck, until I am shaking and screaming with passion. Then I will open wide as he shoves his cock down my throat, pulling my head towards his balls, controlling my motion, making it what he wants, until he cums, filling my mouth, or shooting across my chest, or covering my ass. All sound great to me. I’ll just wait.

S__ and I spent the evening apart, doing our own errands, taking care of things, taking some time for ourselves. We do that on occasion, it’s important. My day was not too eventful, but enjoyable. It just went by, no lusty thoughts, no pictures sent, or suggestive messages. Just and “average” evening I guess. As soon as S___ walked in the door though I felt a sudden warmth between my legs, I could feel my pussy getting wet, and now I am in a state of wanting. Thinking back on the past few hours I realize that I was missing him. Looking at my purchases, basic household stuff, but also a new bra and panties, shaving cream, and a little bottle of lubricant. I am looking forward to surprising him with all of the above.

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Tonight I find myself pondering a question. As S___ fucks me, purposefully, but not forcefully, we talk about some things, mainly the fact that him hitting me excites me. I have a dilemma with this, I am an independent, strong, smart woman, why, as that, should I find being physically dominated, being taken forcefully, so arousing. Although I know S___ could never take me against my will, the thought still lingers. This morning we awoke and I was ready to get up, out of bed, and into the day. He wanted to be inside me. Although I wasn’t ready, wasn’t completely compliant, he rolled me to my back and forced himself between my legs. Not ready at first I melted with time, completely pliable, wanting to be his toy, willing to be completely used, without reward, there purely as a means for him to cum. Not that I didn’t find pleasure in it, cumming for me is always an explosion, I am lucky, on average I cum twice a day because of S___, but even when I don’t, the feeling of him inside me is indescribable. The discussion we had tonight as I was riding him was how I enjoy the helplessness, the lack of control, the occasional force, the orders. I can’t explain why, I think he has to do with desire. Desire is an amazing thing. The fact that S___ desires me, enough to take me when he wants, enough to tell me what he wants, enough to take what ever I do to him, is intoxicating, it gives me power, even as a submissive person.

I think what brought it up tonight was that for the first time in a while I was hit on. S___ stepped away for a short time, and the guy sitting next to me felt that desire for a moment, that boldness that makes you go for what you want. It made me feel powerful, it made me feel desired, it gave me a bit of attitude. S___ made me remember who was in charge as soon as we got home, and I loved it as usual. I still often wonder why. I see the small bruises on my arm and wear them with a secret pride. He wants me that much.

Anger can be mistaken for desire. Dominance can be seen as vengeance. This is never anything I have felt with S___ dominance is always given when I want it. Force is used, but not in anger.

I am lucky to have a lover that is willing to spank, smack, lick, kiss, fuck, and share. I want all of it.

A___