(tempt­ing to send, an ex-friend, ex-lover, who changed and I don’t know why)

–J___

Return­ing your books. Thank you, I enjoyed them as did S___. See­ing that we dont really talk much any­more I wanted to take this oppor­tu­nity to tell you a cou­ple of things.

I always enjoyed the times we had together, but to be hon­est the times I think about the most, in a way miss the most are the times we wound up in bed. I’d say we were bet­ter friends than that but hon­estly I think if we had just been lovers it would have been better.

I think on occa­sion about you and I in the bath­room, friends laugh­ing just out­side the door as we kiss. You pin­ning me against the sink as your hands find my breasts. Deep kisses with your soft mouth. Both of us know­ing where to touch each other. In my mem­o­ries S___ is not promi­nent. It’s you and I on the bed, your face between my legs lick­ing me, your fin­gers inside me, fuck­ing me harder and harder. I remem­ber tak­ing your small hard nip­ples in my mouth as I played with your pussy, my fin­gers slip­ping between its wet folds, so cleanly shaven, so unnec­es­sar­ily adorned. S___ fuck­ing me as I bury myself in your pussy, you seem­ing to be wait­ing your turn. Remem­ber me mount­ing you instead, climb­ing on top, us kiss­ing as I use my hand to make you cum. You moaned, you shook, you fell asleep wrapped in my arms.

So many times, secret touches, stolen kisses, get­ting drunk and tak­ing pic­ture. Such good times.

It’s unfor­tu­nate that you are miss­ing the times now. I know some of the things you like. I know we would have fun with our toys and ties. I can imag­ine you lik­ing to use the crop, and hav­ing it used. We both play so well, S___ would prob­a­bly give the orders at first, find­ing the images he likes. I can see us in our boots and skirts, hands and knees in front of his cock, both of us ordered to suck, one gets a pussy, one gets a penis.

Such fun we would have had, danc­ing, drink­ing, being the show. Bondage nights, trashy bars, mak­ing out in the hall as we had done so many times.

Life changes though I guess, and I return your books, and now we don’t talk. It is unfor­tu­nate but not some­thing I cant get over. I always have S___, and maybe that was the prob­lem. You were dis­pens­able, you knew it even though we never treated you as such.

Good­bye J____, enjoy your books.

A___

Suck­ing his cock while he is asleep is one of my favorite things.  Not fully hard I can take him all the way into my mouth, suck­ing hard to feel him grow.  Soon I cant take all of it down any­more.  His move­ment has just been to make it eas­ier for me, uncon­sciously he obeys when I climb down and push his legs fur­ther apart.  I am remem­ber­ing my cum cov­ered nip­ples, remem­ber­ing my dreams.  This morn­ing I am want­ing all of him.  I lick and kiss his inner thighs, I neglect noth­ing.  His balls get spe­cial atten­tion this morn­ing.  Lift­ing them with my hand to lick under­neath and around.  I take them into my mouth gen­tly, suck­ing them, play­ing with them with my tongue.  I tease his ass hole with fin­gers and tongue before tak­ing his cock deep within my mouth again and he becomes more active.

Rolling to his side, push­ing me into place he gen­tly fucks my mouth.  I love the use, I want him to use me how ever he wishes.  He pulls me up to him, remem­ber­ing last night and is suck­ing my nip­ples again, press­ing his cock against me.  I think how easy he would be inside me with­out my night pants on.  His hard­ness is amaz­ing.  He wants me to cum, its been too long, he tells me to use my hands.  I resist at first, then gen­tly start to rub, only the very top of my pussy, just pres­sure a lit­tle move­ment.  He is suck­ing harder and harder when I cum.  Vir­tu­ally scream­ing as waves shoot through me, my body shakes, I can barely con­trol it, I feel like I could cry as he con­tin­ues his atten­tion, keep­ing pres­sure between my legs and his mouth on my nipples.

When I fin­ish he cums again, I am always amazed at how much he can cum, one after another.  It always seems if I want more it’s ready.  He cums on my face as I eagerly lick his cock, want­ing it all.  Con­ver­sa­tions start again, my hands wan­der, and we decide if we are leav­ing the bed at all today it bet­ter be now.

I could have kept him there, my hand on his cock, his mouth on my nipple…all day would have suited me fine.  But this way my pat­tern just begins again as I look at him and get wet think­ing about him cum­ming at least a cou­ple more times before tomorrow.

The past few days I have been insa­tiable.  Every morn­ing start­ing with S___ in my mouth; the evenings pent up, cum on, beg­ging for more; every night more dreams with me wak­ing in such a mood to  begin them again.

I can’t get enough of his cock lately.  My mouth was full of him again last night, hands full, my face buried, feel­ing his balls against my face, his hands in my hair.  I wanted to do so much more.  The talk of ear­lier had me boil­ing, cock in my mouth, balls in my hand, my fin­gers mas­sag­ing around his tight ass.  I imag­ine him fuck­ing him­self as he does on occa­sion, I almost ask him to show me again.  I remem­ber the last time, never had I seen him cum so hard.  Fill­ing my mouth we both roll apart, spent for only minutes.

My nip­ples are still so hard, my pussy so wet.  He begins to suck again pulling each one with his mouth, all I want is for him to con­tinue.  I feel the buildup in my body, my breath quick­ens, I am almost cum­ming as he sucks them, he wants me to have release.  He moves above me again, I love see­ing him like this, so pow­er­ful, sexy, dom­i­nant with­out need­ing to try.  He holds my arms above me as he alter­nates his cock between my mouth and his other hand.  Cum cov­ers my chest, warm, vis­cous.  Squirm­ing, moan­ing, he plays with me still, fin­ger­tips run through his cum and offer it to my mouth.  I suck his fin­gers hun­grily.  With one fin­ger he coats each nip­ple with his cum, trac­ing around it, cov­er­ing it com­pletely, mak­ing them harder than I have ever felt.  I’m dizzy, things blur, I cum in dif­fer­ent ways, wet­ter than ever before.

He takes me to the shower and I am still in waves, feel­ing my wet­ness drip down my leg, his cum dry­ing, hard­en­ing, turn­ing my nip­ple into hard cum cov­ered candies.