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___