Bedroom Closet

Con­ver­sa­tions of oth­ers join­ing our bed hap­pen quite often. We talk about it, write about it, dis­cuss what we would want.

Rarely is tim­ing perfect..

Look­ing for­ward to the time when it is right. Look­ing for­ward to feel­ing more than just two hands, more than one mouth, more than one cock.

Time works well though, at least it has for us, and when it is an option the right peo­ple will be there.

Simon told me about a dream he had the other night. One in which I had my pussy shared. I want my pussy shared.

He had taken me to a Hal­loween party. Dressed in a nightie, wrist and ankle cuffs, and my blind­fold. There I sat, tak­ing instruc­tion as he gave it, spread­ing my legs at his whim as peo­ple came by. Women and men, I was shared with both, only their tongues allowed to pen­e­trate as I sat and enjoyed the atten­tion to my pussy. As many peo­ple as he wished, with only one rule, I wasn’t allowed to cum. He was the one to make me cum.

Dreams exag­ger­ate things so. By no means is the dream impos­si­ble, it would be enjoyed, but even just that one extra, that right one, would make for a fan­tas­tic time.

Sweet dreams.

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