My legs are rubbing against each other under the covers, smooth and lotioned till the skin feels like butter. My toes are painted a vixen shade of red and my nails match. My body is freshly showered and my hair freshly washed. Curls cascade down my back, thick and lush.... waiting for you to take hold. My eyes are closed and I'm thinking about the last time you had me. The way you kissed me, the way you held me, the way you fucked me...hmmmm. I can still taste you on my lips. I can still see the look on your face as your cock slid between my lips. I can still feel you inside me. I can still remember your stroke, and how it made my head spin. How it made my heart beat faster.
But here's the thing, here I am alone days later. Time and distance make seeing you hard... but I can wait. I still have my little fantasies...tee hee.
I shaved because tonight in my fantasy you come to visit...and the scenario goes a little something like this....
It's the middle of the night, my eyes open to the room softly lit by candles. I try to rub my eyes only to realize I can't, because my hands are tied to the head of the bed. I look down and my body is hugged lovingly by my black translucent teddy. My panties are missing, and my pussy quivers because I know you are close at hand. I feel more than hear the door open and you walk in. My legs move restlessly as you approach. Beads of sweat gather between my breasts. The smile on my lips say bring it on. But you look at me like I've been a bad girl and you're about to punish me. It's then that I take notice to what you are wearing. A smile and boxer briefs that hardly disguise your cock tenting the fabric. I lick my lips and begin to speak.
"Shhh, you only speak when spoken to. Understood?" You tilt your head and await my answer.
"Yes daddy." My voice is barely above a whisper.
"Good," You sit on the bed and smile like a king looking down at all he commands. "Now that we have that straightened out... what does my bitch in bed want, hm?" The question is almost rhetorical, we both know that what ever you want I want too, but I answer like a good bitch does anyway.
"I want you to feed me that cock please daddy." My eyes are watching the front of your briefs, my mouth is watering, because I want to taste you.
"That's a good bitch." You stand and remove the piece of cloth that is keeping the part of you I want to see from me. Climbing over my torso, you take hold of my chin with one hand, and the base of your cock with the other. I open my mouth and look into your eyes coyly. "You want this cock? Hmm?" I can't answer, I'm too engrossed to answer, my mouth is full of your cock. Letting my lids fall closed, I toss my head from side to side and humm my pleasure. I can taste your fluid on my tongue.
"That's a good bitch, suck that cock." Your hand moves from my chin to my hair. Your hips begin to move in time with my sucking motion. I can feel your balls swinging just short of my chin. I pull away only to tilt my head for access to those orbs, I want them in my mouth. Your cock twitching against my cheek, you wrap your hand in my hair again and fill my mouth. Each muttered expletive, each time your head falls back, I suck a little faster, a littler tighter, I want you to come. In my mouth, on my tits, on my belly, I don't care. I want you to lose control the way you make me.
But you have other plans, pulling yourself from my mouth, you grab my hips and flip me over. It's a bit uncomfortable, but not too much so, you've thought of that too, you tied my hands in such a way that they can slide back and forth on the top rail. Your hands slide up my smooth thighs under the teddy, you first grab, then gently slap my ass.
