Bedroom Closet

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___