Bedroom Closet

The bathroom was already steamy when I got in. The water running over me felt fantastic and only emphasised the wetness of my pussy. S___ told me to be shaved. As I soaped myself up my fingers lingered, they slip inside as I think of the past week. A week without a morning where I haven’t been filled with cum. A week not without an afternoon fucking or being brought over the edge with his fingers. A week where every night meant riding his cock till I screamed, spanking and covering each other with kisses, toys, teasing, and fantasies. My fingers slip in and out and are not enough. He told me to take our dildo to the shower with me. As I slip it inside I have more fantasies, images of women and men, remembering the last time I tasted a pussy, remembering how a womans nipples felt in my mouth as I was being fucked, imagined a mouth licking both cock and pussy as I drove our toy in and out of my smooth slippery cunt. As I get closer to orgasm I hear S___, telling me not to cum, remembering his instructions to be waiting in collar and cuffs. Wrists to thighs, mouth waiting, ready to feel him spill over my face. Thinking of him straddling and having another lick his cum off of me is almost too much. My heart races and I am glad it is just us tonight. I want his cum to myself. But my thoughts have been filled. Images of men and women, wanting more, wanting to be taken and possessed by them as well as S___. I go through phases where fantasies revolve around one thing. Tonight I will be bound, whipped with the crop, impaled by a huge dildo and a huge cock, covered in cum. That is enough for me right now.

-A___

When I look back I was obviously flirting with her, and she with me.  S___ told me that I should give her our room number, what would we have to loose.  But I decided not too.  Silly me, missed opportunity, what S___ and I call a “Stupid Bunny” moment.   She would have looked good with us.  Bright smile, curls, perfect mocha skin.  Petite, but with curves in the right places.  Oh well, I’ve had “Stupid Bunny” moments before, and I imagine I will again, but I still kick myself for one in particular.

At the time S___ was seeing her, we would flirt, she would make comments, huging, holding hands, the occasional kiss.  I thought about it a  lot, I could imagine her tall strong body next to mine.  How it would feel to kiss my way down her long limbs, explore every part of her.  She felt the same about me, she made it obvious and I thought it was all in fun.  The three of us together had explosive potential.  The moment I kick myself the most for was when I wound up in bed with them both, all of us naked or close to it, and we all kept our hands to ourselves.  Stupid bunnies.

I always say that I would change nothing in my life, in my past, but every time we are together with a few glasses of wine, sitting close I know we think about it.

Lets just hope the fantasy is better than reality.

It was a strange morning for me for a few reasons. Partly because it’s the first morning in what feels like forever that I had to get up and do anything other than what I wanted to be doing. that, but mostly because it’s the first time in well over a week that A___ hasn’t spent some time with my cock before we got out of bed. I’ve gotten a little spoiled that way.

Early in the week last week it was blow jobs; they would start before I was entirely awake. I would push A___’s head down until she had me in her mouth. She would lick my cock all the way up and down, spend some time sucking and licking my balls, and eventually end up with a mouth full of my cum. It was an amazing way to wake up. Later in the week we would have sex instead of blow jobs. Equally nice. I especially love lying on top of A___, holding her arms above her head with one hand, sucking her breast and slowly using my cock until I filled her.

I’m stopping now as I am at work.