Bedroom Closet

(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.