S___ had given me more instruc­tions.  I was to unlock an ankle and turn so that my head was hang­ing off the side of the bed.  He wanted his cock all the way down my throat now.  I quickly move and wait, mouth open.  With­out words he comes into the room and slides that amaz­ing cock right where he wanted it.  Fur­ther, he tells me, take it in fur­ther, and I do.  He is fill­ing my mouth, I am immo­bile, impaled.  He slips his cock out and leads me to suck­ing his balls and lick­ing his ass.

Every­thing is over tak­ing me.  I am drip­ping wet, my nip­ples like stones.  Still suck­ing, I cant con­cen­trate, my thoughts are every­where, my body is barely doing what is told.

“Turn me over, hands and knees, spank me, cum on my ass.” I beg, please.  S___ thinks I should wait. No, please, please, cum on my ass, spank me, please.  I plead with him until he orders me up.  His sharp hand feels incred­i­ble, leav­ing a bright red sting.  I feel him stroking him­self faster and faster, rub­bing his cock over my ass, teas­ing my ass hole.

I am cum­ming from the action, from the ideas.  He cums hard, shoot­ing all over my ass, drip­ping into my pussy.  Cum­ming so hard he hits my back, the back of my neck.  Cov­ered with him. I feel his tongue on my ass­hole again and melt.  Drunk with pleasure.

He plans on keep­ing me at a boil tonight.  Cur­rently I’m about boil­ing over.  Tonight I’m his cum slut.  I’ve begged for it and will take what­ever he gives me and do what­ever I am told.

While I was doing this…

A___ was doing this…

And now we begin by suck­ing this…

And ‚maybe fuck­ing her here.

I lie here bound at the ankles and thighs, S___ has gone to shower and has left me my hands and my com­puter.  I dont dare untie my legs.  I can not begin to imag­ine the pun­ish­ment I would get for remov­ing them.

He has brought me to the brink, kiss­ing, lick­ing, and gen­tly bit­ing my body.  His fin­gers and tongue play­ing with my nip­ples, teas­ing my asshole.

S___ has not taken me there yet.  He has yet to claim my ass.  I am ner­vous but so excited about this.  Every time he gets close I gasp.  He presses his cock against me as I am tied, face down.  He isn’t going to fuck me yet.  He will play first, we will experiement.  When he left for his shower he left our dildo placed right where his cock had been.  “You will be fuck­ing your­self with this tonight” he tells me.  I am so wet I am drip­ping onto the bed as he pushes fur­ther against me.  “You’d like my cock up your ass if you could take it wouldn’t you?” “Yes…” I pant before he slips away…

My breath­ing is heavy already. You make me dizzy. I get so wet think­ing, talk­ing to you, get­ting orders, you make me so hot when you direct me. My pussy is soaked, my nip­ples hard as rocks.

I keep see­ing my self, feel­ing myself, tied to the bed, stripped down to my panties. Tied to each cor­ner, just a tar­get for you. You move along my body, lick­ing, kiss­ing, nip­ping at it. Rub­bing your cock all over me. Spilling your cum on my face, my breast, my stom­ach. Coat­ing me, cov­er­ing me, feed­ing me your cock.

You crack the win­dow so that the cold comes in, chill­ing me, hard­en­ing cum and nip­ples, giv­ing we goose bumps, just watch­ing, barely touch­ing, hear­ing me moan. I feel your lips clean­ing me off, mak­ing the chill stronger with every wet kiss, every lick.

The win­dow is closed and you work on warm­ing me again, fuck­ing my breasts, fuck­ing my mouth. Telling me what a good girl I am to take all of your cum again…

Instruc­tions by phone, blog and IM. We’ve decided on my out­fit, black pants under my skirt, tiny black tank with match­ing panties. Sexy but sub­tle. I know you like to see me crawl­ing with my col­lar and that, you like to see the black against me pale white. The leash will stand out.

The cuffs will be set out on the made bed. You have been so gen­tle, so patient with me. Tonight I feel that if you cant fuck me you will use me in many other ways. Tied down and cum all over, I am wet think­ing about it. I’ll have my leash, I’ll do what­ever you say. Keep me where you want, have me boil­ing… I’m yours to use tonight.

I may let you cum tonight.

First, make sure your phone is with you through­out the night. You may be get­ting instructions.

Wear your pink and blank under­wear. I want to know that your breasts are adorned that way and that your pussy is only cov­ered by a thin veil of silk and lace. When I slide my hands down between your legs or up your shirt, that’s what I want to feel. I want you to think about the times I’ve moved them out of the way to use your body. Remem­ber being tied to the bed with only the black silk to cover you…

Wear your black pants and short denim skirt. I want to know that when I touch you through your clothes you will feel it. I want your wet­ness to soak through. I want to know that I can pull them all the way down eas­ily and make you avail­able to my lips quickly.

You’re a good girl. You may be spread­ing your legs for my cam­era tonight.

Wear a shirt that shows your cleav­age to advan­tage. I want the other guests to be look­ing at you all night. I want them to secretly take glances down your shirt. I want to know that your mag­nif­i­cent breasts are near to exposed, ready to be set free (again quickly) for my hands or for my mouth.

When I point to the ground I want you to bend over and show me, wher­ever you are, how your breasts would look were I to stick my cock between them.

You may well come up with a bet­ter way to dress tonight. Let me know if you do. You’re a good girl and you know what I like to see you in

And be ready to suck my cock quickly. On your knees quickly. Mouth open and hot and ready to take my cum. Be ready to have your nip­ples coated in semen and left to tor­ment, sucked and licked clean later in the same man­ner in which you suck and clean my shaft after I’ve spilled on you.

Then, if you’re a good girl, after we get home…

Sim­i­lar to here where I mostly sit back and read all the things A___ has writ­ten, I have found myself more often then not lying on my back on our bed while A___ does most of the work.

It’s been exquisite.

There’s some­thing other-worldly about climb­ing out of a won­der­ful dream sleep to feel my cock being gen­tly sucked and mas­saged by A___’s warm mouth or cool hands. I’ve found myself awake hav­ing not yet opened my eyes but pic­tur­ing her there; head slowly mov­ing up and down with her hand, or her face buried between my legs send­ing shiv­ers through me from deep in my core. I love the feel­ing of my hands in her hair hold­ing tight. Not really mov­ing her head, but keep­ing her from stray­ing too far. When I cum it almost feels soft at first. Soft like the begin­nings of a vol­cano, then the puls­ing and and arch­ing as I explode. A___’s mouth work­ing furi­ously by sealed tak­ing every­thing in, or held more firmly now by her hair as she’s made to feel me spray­ing out across her face or breasts. Her hands mas­sage my balls and fin­gers work there way down into my ass. After — we lay qui­etly for a moment before the day begins.

Hav­ing the lust built up from dream night before sucked out of me. You’re a good girl

There are so many sto­ries I could tell you about con­ver­sa­tions I’ve had rel­e­vant to A___’s let­ter. Before A___ and I were mar­ried, M___ and I dated for a while. That’s where the story begins. After their first meet­ing. M___ and I were in the car dri­ving home and she says “I would totally have sex with her. She reminds me of my first girl­friend. I would love to have her danc­ing on me.” She said it every time A___ came up in our lives after that for quite some time.

That was before M___ and I knew each other well enough to act. Before we knew A___ that well.

At a party some months later we all ended up in bed together. M___ asleep on one side of me in a tank top and short shorts. A___ lying awake on the other side in a dress and… I don’t know what else, but not much because it was hot out.

That was after M___ and I knew each other well enough to explore. After A___ was dat­ing a friend of a friend and to us, off limits.

But their rela­tion­ship hasn’t been with­out its sparks — visu­ally at least.

They are a gor­geous pair; A___ all curves and breasts and red hair and silken sex, M___ tall and long and wrap­ping around A___ when­ever they get the change. Kisses just this side of chaste, lin­ger­ing hands just this side of friends. They’ve both lusted after each other for a long time.

And that’s where it stands right now. There’s more, but that’s for later.

Tease me tonight. Keep me at a boil. Whis­per to me what you want. Touch me when no one is watch­ing. Ask me if I’m wet. Tell me what you are thinking.

Let me know how you want to fuck me, detail by detail. Pull my hair the way you know it makes me hot. Cor­ner me. Press me against the wall. Let your fan­tasies fly.

Get me alone. Kiss me hard. Feel my breasts. Pinch my nip­ples. Tell me how you are going to cum. Whis­per in my ear. Tell me what you want. Make me feel how hard you are.

Remind me of how it feels. Tell me how deep your cock will be. What toys you will use. How you will bind me. How many times will you cum before me.

Tell me what would you do, if every­one else was gone, if it was just you and I, or would you want to share.

Keep me wet. Keep me hot. Keep me pant­ing. All night.

(writ­ten but not sent, thought but not shared, a draft I will always have, just in case)

M___,

As I write this I am won­der­ing why. There is noth­ing about our friend­ship that I would change, well noth­ing now, noth­ing that could change and have the cur­rent be the same. I love you dearly, as one of my great­est friends, one that I could never let go of, I feel that I should be hon­est with you.

I think of you. I think of you in ways that “friends” don’t always think of each other on occa­sion. A dream I had the other night brought it to the front of my mind.

We were at our house, host­ing some­thing, peo­ple were down­stairs and we remained in the kitchen. Every time we turned we were fac­ing, closer and closer, laugh­ing each time it hap­pened. I would look up at you and smile, and more than any­thing want to kiss you. The dream went on with us in this state, this con­stant close­ness, brush­ing up against one another, look­ing at each other in the same long­ing way. The last part I remem­ber is not being able to hold any­more, reach­ing up and kiss­ing you gen­tly, and you return­ing it with relief almost, until we were in such a pas­sion­ate, deep kiss that I felt it when I awoke.

I remem­ber the few times kiss­ing you, hav­ing my arms around you, feel­ing you enve­lope me. When we are close I still feel it. When we are the most unin­hib­ited, that tin­gle, that long­ing returns.

The times where we laughed off our desire, or maybe that was just me, not sure of what to do with my feel­ings toward you. I always saw you as amaz­ing, in every way, I still do. To think of us as lovers…I wouldn’t know where to begin. The kisses alone had so much. Touch­ing you, trac­ing your body with my fin­ger­tips, cov­er­ing it with kisses, feel­ing its warmth. I can feel your lips on my body as well, explor­ing, your hands touch­ing every curve. Our bod­ies so dif­fer­ent, yet famil­iar, fit­ting together as if they had always been.

Imag­in­ing what could have hap­pened, think­ing of how we could have shared each other, and any one else we had wanted. It gives me shiv­ers and sends famil­iar warmth all over my body. With­out the men we love, I can imag­ine we would have loved each other equally.

I wouldn’t change our friend­ship, such a valu­able, beau­ti­ful thing. For some rea­son I wanted you to know that I always want your friend­ship, but the thought has been there to want some­thing more as well.

Love always,

A___