Latex

I can’t wait for us to paint each other and take photographs. It’s going to be so much fun…

The image of her naked dances before my eyes. She’s glorious to behold, with her small pert breasts, her tight frame, the round of her arse teasing me with every movement, every step. I sigh at the memories.

Can I be perfectly honest with you? I can’t imagine having you naked in front of me and not fucking you senseless…

I pause, hoping that my revelation isn’t too brash.

Well, I’ll be honest with you. Ever since you asked to paint me, I’ve been having visions of me fucking you senseless with a strap on…

I throw my head back and laugh. It’s good to know we are on the same page.

Consumed

I sat under the stars in my backyard, glass of wine in one hand, joint in the other, a breeze whispering through the trees, a grin painted all over my face. It had been over three months since he had last contacted me, and as I sat, perched in the dark under the night sky, each one of my nerve endings burned against the crisp air. I was absolutely giddy, my pussy wet with a few simple words from him. I was reliving everything from start to finish, my desire for him consuming me completely once again.

I wanted him like no other.

In the months we’d spent apart, he remained alive and well in my mind. I thought about his life, what I knew and what I didn’t. I was curious about such things as what he wore to work, what he ate for dinner, what music he listened to. My mind slithered into darker waters, too. I speculated what he looked like as he fucked his wife. Did he grunt loudly as he came rushing into her mouth? Perhaps he thought of me as he fucked her from behind, pulling on her red locks, whispering decadent filth into her ear as he took her deeply, completely? I envisaged him parting her flesh with his tongue, slowly lapping at her swollen cunt, her hands scratching at his shoulders as she came against his face. Was he enflamed with thoughts of me as he pleasured her with every measure?

How much did I infiltrate his world? It was a question I had asked myself over and over again. I found myself lost in visions of our coupling of flesh regularly, his cock marking each part of my body as he climaxed in me, over me, with me, no position unknown and every orgasm heady. I imagined our lovemaking desperate and raw, our bodies thrashing together in the primal heat we had stoked over such a long time and through a liquid abyss…

I wanted to know every part of him instead of the few fragments I had grown to love. I wanted him utterly consumed, as I was, once again.

Redux

I’m finding it very difficult to behave myself with you today.

Really now?

Yes, I keep having very bad thoughts. Again.

How bad?

Extremely bad. Like your stubble grazing against the soft of my inner thigh. The thought alone is making me wriggle in my seat, making me wet, making me want to tell you all the wicked things I want to do to you…

Like you did on the phone the other night? Your tone changed when you knew I was stroking myself. It was a total turn on. The lust shone through in your voice.

Well, what did you expect? You were on the other end of the line, cock in hand, thinking about my lips wrapped around your thick shaft. I wanted to be there, to watch and experience all of you, to taste you myself. I was hot and bothered and filled with the desire to make you come for me…

God, you’re making me hard now.

Hard? As hard as you were the other night when I told you to cup your heavy balls with your free hand as you stroked yourself, my palms replacing yours in your mind as I caressed your flesh? Or as hard as you became when I commanded you to imagine me facing away from you, slowly lowering myself onto your thick cock, bent forward with my hands spread on the coffee table as I fucked you? Just imagine the view from your seat, my arse writhing up and down as my cunt takes all of your length with ease, my fingers rubbing my clitoris as my juices slide over you. I came crashing later that night thinking about that very thing…

I’m stroking myself now thinking about it, thinking about how excited you made me, how much I came all over myself, spent and gasping with you listening. Your voice echoed triumph when I finally returned to my senses. I wanted to hear you come desperately that night, to hear you scream obscenities into the phone as I climaxed along with you…

I think it’s time you come for me again, and this time I’ll join you…

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Forward

Are you still up?

The message pops on the screen, hangs in the air for a few seconds. I lick my lips and smile sinisterly.

Well hello there. What are you wearing? I press send and chuckle to myself.

My, that’s rather forward of you. Sassy, in fact.

I read the line and smile further still. I know how he likes to play games, and I’m only happy to play along. His words are always laced with sex in some capacity, his exterior smooth and cavalier. He turns me on instantly.

How about I tether you to the bed in four-point restraints and rub sesame oil all over your tight little body? I’d love to watch you writhe under my touch as my hands travel every inch of your trembling flesh…

Oh, and I’m the forward one? I grin.

Forward, you say? I think I’ll untie your ankles and hoist them on my shoulders, my cock rubbing furiously against your glistening thighs until I come splashing against the soft of your belly. Is that forward enough for you?

I gasp at his imagery, his words pulling at my innards like spindly webs of electricity. I’m instantly wet as I type.

And then what? I know my insolence will get a rise out of him, and I can’t help but push his buttons.

And then what? Then I’ll rub my shaft against your belly, against my come until I’m rock hard again, slippery wet with my own seed. It’s then that I’ll plunge my thick shaft into your parted flesh, filling you with every thrust, each push bringing you closer to orgasm. I’ll take what I want from you and make you clench down on my cock as I explode inside you, your heat milking the orgasm right from me as we come together…

I shiver and sigh, my nipples rock hard against the soft of my blouse, my thighs parted automatically in anticipation.

When can you be here?