I haven't been sleeping well.
I am in the hotel. The heater — it's on though it is solstice week — hisses in the night. Neither bed in the room offers comfort. There isn't a body beside me to share her warmth.
I think of you, Amy. I dream of you.
You are on the floor, on your knees. Your legs are spread. The moisture that has dripped from your cunt has darkened the carpet.
I am standing behind you. I am bending forward. My hands are on your breasts, measuring their balance, weighing them. I slap a tit. It causes you to wince. The curve reddens where I have struck the skin.
"No hands," I instruct. "If you move, I will hit you again."
My fingers wrap in your hair. I clutch you by the scalp and drive your face forward over the cock that is in your mouth. I force it into your throat. I tell you how to fellate the man's shaft. I show you how I want it done.
The man is a stranger to us. I don't recognize his face.
The lips that work his shaft, they are pursed and swollen. Spit dribbles down your neck. Your eyes are against his belly. I raise your arms behind your back by the wrists, which I have clapped together, and press my weight against your head. Because you move your shoulders, I reach down to spank your ass.
The vision dissolves before I see it end.
4 comments:
I daydreamed your dream tonight as I touched myself. I sucked a dildo deep into my mouth, against my throat, pretending. It was the violet penis, the thick one. I thought I would relax into sleep after I came, but I still tossed and turned, wanting. It has been a white night. My fingers still smell as I sit here typing. Best to take an early shower, I think, and try to get through the day.
-A.
Hello, I like your blog. If you like we could exchange links betwen our blogs.
Let me know!!!
Greetings.
Greetings, Spanking. Thanks so much for reading. Alas, I cannot get your page to load. I'm sure Raj will tell me it's because I persist in using Windows.
-A.
Windows are for defenestration.
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