The reclu­sive spaces aren’t empty. We haven’t stopped. We’ve sim­ply stopped talking.

It’s like that though occa­sion­ally. Some­times when A___ rides me I talk to her about the things she’s doing and the things I could do to her. As I slide my hands down her thighs I talk about the pho­tographs that could be taken of her in this posi­tion. With my hands mas­sag­ing her ass I talk about her first time being fucked that way — still to come. In between kisses and suck­ing on her breasts I talk about watch­ing her play with another woman’s breasts with her hands and lips. I remind her of times when she’s done that. I pull on her hair and talk about restrain­ing her and cum­ming over her. As she takes me all the way in I remind her that her mouth could have another cock too.

All this talk­ing makes her cum. Some­times I tell her to cum quietly

Turn­ing over then and I pound into her. Mostly I don’t talk any­more but I know that as her orgasm drifts off and mine arrives her head is full of images too.

Recently we’ve been talk­ing less though. Or we’ve been talk­ing just as much as before, only with our hands.

A pic­ture sent to me from S___ ear­lier in the day. I agree, I should be there. On my knees with his glo­ri­ous cock in my mouth.

“We never make out any more, it’s just fuck fuck fuck all the time.” I’m sure he was smil­ing. At the time I was busy being pinned to the bed, both of us just remov­ing our pants to get at each other.

I had been tempted but planned on just fix­ing him lunch then send­ing him back to work for a meet­ing. He started it. I can’t resist when he teases me. He came up from behind, put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. Kiss­ing my neck as he whis­pered in my ear. My hands went on their own and I am feel­ing him through his jeans.

When he jumped on the bed and told me to take off my clothes I thought he was jok­ing. So instead I rubbed his stiff­en­ing cock and kissed him. Kissed his mouth, his ears, his throat; all the while his cock gets harder and harder. I love feel­ing him beneath his clothes. I love see­ing him strain­ing against the fabric.

This make out ses­sion was not going to be enough. Soon he is tak­ing off his pants and work­ing on mine. He is hard and ready, spring­ing out from behind his briefs, wait­ing for me to climb on. A moment in my mouth and I oblige, his full length slid­ing into me. I ride him slowly feel­ing him deep inside me. I’m not cum­ming as quickly I warn him. “Take your time” he says. And I do. I ride deeply, slowly, feel­ing him. Closer and closer I get. My orgasm teas­ing me, stay­ing just out of reach until it’s there and I explode. Breath­ing hard and moan­ing still slid­ing up and down his hard slick penis.

“Worth the wait?” he asks. Oh yes, I tell him as he climbs on top to con­tinue fuck­ing me, promis­ing to fill me with his hot cum.

Spent, breath­ing heavy, and smil­ing we get up. Pants are pulled back on and he is off to his meet­ing, late. I ask what he will say, what he will tell them when they ask why he was late. “I was doing it” he says with a smile.

Great lunch break for me.

The room was warm, S___ had shut the win­dow to cut out the chill. Light was soft, can­dles lit all along the win­dow sill. I had gone into the bed­room hudled in a towel, expect­ing the chill to hit me, instead it was warm glow. My lap­top was set up on the bed, the screen black except for the let­ter­ing across it.

Dry off, put your hair back, lie down and close your eyes.

Smil­ing I did just that. The bed was com­fort­able, I was relaxed. The lap­top was moved to the bed­side table. I waited. Not long after I hear the door open. S___ tells me to keep my eyes closed. His hands worked quickly and qui­etly; gen­tly bind­ing my legs to the bed, then my arms. I’m a lit­tle ner­vous, I have been enjoy­ing the soft, slow love we have been hav­ing. It suits me more lately. He can see that I am get­ting tense. Don’t worry he tells me, he just wants me exposed, he wants to be able to tease me, he doesn’t want me con­trol­ling when and how we cum. Noth­ing hard, just cap­tive so that he can see me; so that he can play at his pace. The spank­ings I will get will be to make me wet, any force used will be for his plea­sure but he knows I will respond.

He began just by trac­ing his fin­gers across my body, tick­ling in places, fondling in oth­ers, mak­ing me twist and moan. He tells me sto­ries of what he will do to be, he gives me details of fan­tasies, he slips a fin­ger in my pussy to see how wet he is get­ting me.

S___ crawls on top of me and strad­dels my face. I eagerly open my mouth, wait­ing to take in his hard cock, but I for­get, S___ is in con­trol tonight. He teases my mouth, rub­bing his cock on my lips, let­ting me lick it before lightly slap­ping my cheek with it. He rests his balls in my open mouth as he strokes his cock before rub­bing it over my face again. My mouth closes for a moment and he decides that wasn’t right. Force­fully but not painfully he grabs my hair and tilts my head back, shov­ing his cock into my mouth. Hold­ing my head back he fucks my mouth, dri­ving in a lit­tle deeper than he often would, enjoy­ing the fact that my arms are strain­ing against the ties.

Giv­ing my mouth a rest for a moment he stays perched above my face, low­er­ing his balls into my mouth again as he works his cock. I feel his balls tighten in my mouth before he lifts his hips and moves just enough to shoot his cum across my mouth and neck. Rais­ing him­self up he looks at me and smiles. “You look deli­cious” he says as he slides down my body. Long deep licks across my pussy have me moan­ing before he moves back up and sucks my nip­ples hard. I feel so ready so cum as he rises. “Stay right here…I’ll be back” he says with a grin, leav­ing me both­ered, cum cov­ered, and happy…

You looked amaz­ing to me this morn­ing. I wish I could have seen you from another per­spec­tive as well. I could imag­ine watch­ing us. See­ing you between my legs, slowly slid­ing your long hard cock in and out. Your long strong legs hold­ing you up. Your arms tense as you pull your body off of mine.

I can almost see you as I feel. Inch by inch sink­ing into me with­out any other con­tact. Slowly push­ing deeper inside until I feel your balls press­ing against me. Just enough fric­tion to make each move­ment an amaz­ing feel­ing. Finally I crawl on top of you. I sink onto you, press­ing up against your chest, watch­ing as your head tilts back expos­ing your neck for kiss­ing. Your hands glide over me, inten­si­fy­ing every­thing I feel.

You roll on top again and your strength takes over. You bear down to thrust into me harder and harder. Today you let my hands move over you, see­ing every mus­cles, every smooth hard curve. You let me have my fill until you find where you want me, and I stay, just wait­ing to be filled by you.

You looked amaz­ing. You felt amaz­ing. I lose words when you are inside me.

The night was full of dreams of smooth skin and soft kisses once again. It’s been like that for sev­eral days now. Whether we’re alone in the dark­ness and cool of our quilts and sheets or spread out on car­pets with other hands and other lips join­ing us, every­thing is hap­pen­ing like a soft warm breeze. Slow and delib­er­ate and sweet.

I’d thought our return to lov­ing after such a long absence would be hard and fran­tic; explo­sions of pas­sion and sweat and moan­ing; But my dreams artic­u­late dif­fer­ent path­ways for desire, more like a slow river through soft stone. Intentional.

The tran­si­tion from dreams of touch­ing you to aware­ness of your breasts under my hand and you shoul­der under my lips was seam­less. I don’t know when it was that I reached a point in my aware­ness when my hands became my own again. When my lips went where I told them. When I could find release within the soft hot embrace inside you by sim­ply rolling on top of you.

I love times like this; built up by a long night dream­ing of past and future pas­sion fol­lowed so closely by release inside you. Wel­come back baby. I’m look­ing for­ward to you being home

S___ is a heavy sleeper, I wake up pretty early, so slip­ping his wrists into the cuffs wasn’t a huge chal­lenge. I didn’t need them tight, I just wanted them held back. I wanted him to know that I was in charge at that moment.

Luck­ily he stayed asleep until I woke him. Slight pres­sure on his arms from my knees and my pussy brush­ing against his lips. I pulled back the cov­ers and watched his cock grow as he began to under­stand what was hap­pen­ing. His mouth responded just as quickly. As I worked my pussy on his face he licked and sucked, pay­ing spe­cial atten­tion to times when I paused. I pulled his head up, closer to me, using his face only as a tool to cum, as he does so often with me. His arms begin to pull against the restraints, wat­ing to con­trol the sit­u­a­tion a bit more, but as I said, he is a heavy sleeper, and I know exactly how long those ties can be so that he isn’t able to do much more than struggle.

My pussy grinds into his face, soak­ing him as his tongue dives deep inside me; and soon I am cum­ming try­ing to grip the wall as my body shakes. S___ smiles, his face wet from me, look­ing as if he is ready to be released, but I’ve decided that I like him this way this morn­ing. I get up and out of bed and hear him whine, his cock hard and want­ing, him strain­ing agaisnt his ties. Stretch­ing as I stand there, show­ing him every­thing he likes, I leave the room to start the cof­fee. When I get back he is still hard, swolen and dark it nearly begs for release.

Long slow licks from top to bot­tom, I suck the tip for just a moment col­lect­ing the tiny drop of cum in my mouth. I suck and lick his balls, I tease his ass, all the while he moans and begs to be inside me. His cock is straight up, stiff as a pole when I climb on top of him, this morn­ing he gets a cou­ple of dif­fer­ent views, first of my pussy and now my ass as I slide his hard cock inside. I ride him this way, lean­ing for­ward to push against him more, cup­ping his balls in my hand as I move up and down on his cock. His hips are thrust­ing at me, want­ing it harder and faster. My hips meet his pace, prac­ti­cally vibrat­ing as I fuck him.

His whole body stiff­ens, his back arches as he cums inside me. I con­tinue to ride him as he throbs, cum­ming deep inside, I push harder, squeez­ing his balls gen­tly, milk­ing every drop from him as I cum again.

Three famil­iar beeps ring out as I slowly climb off of S___. I drag my body up his and place my nip­ple in his mouth. “Coffee’s done…” I tell him as I slowly unbind his wrists.

I love to watch when S___ mas­tur­bates. I won­der what is on his mind as his hand works his long smooth shaft. When he pushed my head down I knew why. He didn’t even want me to suck him, I was there to make clean up easy. As he came in my mouth I swal­lowed every drop, lick­ing him clean when he was done. It had me think­ing about what he whis­pered to me last night as i was rid­ing him; about how many dif­fer­ent ways I could have two cocks at once. I was think­ing about how cov­ered in cum I could be; how I should have pulled his cock out of my mouth and had him cover my breasts.

Now I wait here at home for him, giv­ing my neglected toys some use, think­ing about how I get to wake him up every day for a cou­ple weeks as opposed to leav­ing his cock hard and unused. I think about stay­ing up late and hav­ing him tell me more about what he would see if he were shar­ing me. I tease my pussy with toys, soak­ing my panties, excited about hav­ing the time to write dur­ing the day. I want him, and any one else inter­ested, to have to step away from their desks to hide for a moment and mas­tur­bate before they cum in their pants…

I’m in need of a dis­trac­tion at the moment. Work is what it is and I wish that I could walk away from it for a tiny bit. Quickly home to burn off some stress where you would be wait­ing for me.

Like many times in the past there wouldn’t be a lot of time. I do need to get back, but not before I wrap my hand in your hair and pull your mouth to mine for a quick kiss before I guide you to your knees. Your hands have already begun work­ing on my belt so it’s noth­ing for me to be released with a quick down­ward pull on my jeans. My cock is already hard and wait­ing, sprung out against your half-smile.

A thrust of my hips and pull of my hand and my cock is pushed deep into your warm wait­ing mouth as you begin to suck fast and hard, then long and slow; alter­nat­ing between the slow drags that pull the strength from my knees and the fast licks and laps that make me dizzy with sen­sa­tion. As it always seems I fight to stay stand­ing while you con­tinue to work on my cock with tight lips up and down my shaft. Occa­sion­ally you take a moment to breathe and tease me with the tip of your tongue from the head down my length to my balls, then back up before tak­ing me deep into you again.

This is the time when I would give in, drag you to your feet and throw you onto the bed where we can spend a few min­utes fuck­ing hard, but today I want to cum with you right where you are. My hands and hips begin to coor­di­nate in earnest so that you’re soon more used then work­ing as your suck­ing inten­si­fies to my new rhythm. Your lips are joined by your fin­gers slid­ing up and down my slick, shin­ing cock while your other hand begins to mas­sage my balls just in time for the first spurts of cum.

I pull out on a stroke back and con­tinue to unload my cum all over your lips and tongue and chin; hot waves encour­aged from your mag­nif­i­cent suck­ing and con­tin­ued work­ing of my balls. Soon it’s done and you work from where you are to get my jeans back in order. A quick kiss on your fore­head and I’m gone.

I can’t wait for you to be home!