It’s dark in the room.

I can’t see anything and I’m waiting for your return. For your touch.


I’m laying on the bed, hands tied to the headboard, legs parted and bound. I can feel the cool air on my skin. I wriggle around, trying to make use of the toy you’ve left in me, but it only serves to frustrate me in the most delicious way. I want to touch myself to release the tension, but I can’t.

I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. To be teased by you, on fire at the thought of being touched by you, fucked by you. Just the thought of your hands on my body, your mouth, your skin against mine makes me wet. The memory of all the little sounds and growls you make while you fuck me. When we’re rough with each other and when we’re gentle. I think of these things often and am grateful the day has come again when I can feel you against me. To have you use me anyway you want.

I hear the key slide into the lock, and smile. You’re back. My hips move in anticipation of your touch.

I feel your mouth against mine, and the rough cloth of your jacket against my skin. You kiss me in a soft and teasing way that only heightens my desire for you. I lift my head to get closer to you, and you gently pull away.

I hear you undoing your belt and the thought of your cock makes me even wetter. I hear your clothes fall to the ground piece by piece, and then feel the bed dip down as you join me. You run your fingertips lightly along my cheek and I try to catch your fingers in my mouth before you move them over my throat, along the sides of my breasts, over my hips. I shiver and arch my back, wanting so much more of you.

I hear a sound. Ice in a glass. I jump as I feel the combination of your warm mouth and cold ice on my nipple. I bite my lower lip and buck towards you fruitlessly. I feel you lower your palm to my sex and I push up against it, longing for you.

Please fuck me. I’ve waited so long.

You won’t yet.

I feel your breath on my bare pussy, hot and cold at the same time, and you slowly remove the toy while licking me. I moan and arch towards you, feeling your fingers enter me. I breathe in sharply and beg for your cock. Please. I need to feel your hard cock inside me. I need it. I need you.

You enter me so slowly over and over. I want so badly for you to fuck me hard, but you won’t let me have that yet. You want me to beg, and I will. I will do whatever you want me to.


You kiss me again, soft and slow while pinching my nipple hard. I can taste myself on your tongue and I love it.

You straddle my chest and I can feel your cock against my face. I move my head, searching for it with my tongue. I find it and take you in my mouth. With your hands resting on the headboard, you fuck my mouth. You release one of my bound hands so I can touch myself while I take you deeper into my throat. You reach down and pull my hair, pulling me closer and you deeper and I cum, moaning and choked by your hard cock.


You turn around so we’re in sixty-nine, once again licking my pussy. You lower yourself towards my face, this time letting my tongue slowly, steadily explore your balls as my free hand takes your cock in a firm grip and strokes you hard. I feel your tongue dart between my folds as I rise to meet it, your hands now under my ass pulling me closer. I feel you finger me. My whole body is alive in pleasure.

You move back up to face me and place your cock between my breasts and let my other hand free. I push my breasts together and interlace my fingers overtop of your cock as you slide against me. When you move forward, I lick you to taste your pre cum and myself on you. You pump faster and faster, your hands now at my throat. I groan in anticipation as you get closer and closer, my heart racing with every thrust forward, every sound you make. I want you to cum on my chest and throat. I want to feel your warmth on me as you use my body. Please.