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___

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