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.