Bedroom Closet

S___ was is a giv­ing mood last night.  As he put on my col­lar and shoved me to the bed, he told me he had almost posted an offer, one that basi­cally offered me, bound and pli­able.  He was want­ing to see another mouth on my pussy, hands on my body, he was want­ing to have a mouth lick­ing and kiss­ing as he pounded me into the bed.  The thought must have come to him ear­lier and then grown.  The thought must have evolved as we found the rooftop hot­tub and stripped down for all the city, evolved as the stranger decided to enjoy the hot water and cool weather.  S___ must have been rolling it around in his head as he noticed the mans erec­tion as he got out, pos­si­bly aware of the hands at play not far from him.  It could have been in his head as we sat at the bar, sin­gles and cou­ples sur­round­ing us, not know­ing that he would have loved to watch some­one use me as he does.

A third isn’t an always, it isn’t a need, another per­son can often be a toy, as harsh as that sounds, even though it can be much more.

No offer was made though, no one brought upstairs to find me naked and cuffed.  I am not dis­ap­pointed though.  Nei­ther is S___.  Every day is new, every night has more options.

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