NOTE: This is a true retelling. No fabrication or fiction. Enjoy reading about our cowritten adventures.
"I'm going to tie you down and kiss and lick you from head to ankle," he texted her.
"Now I'm wet. Whew," she replied.
Their flourishing relationship outside the bedroom had built immense levels of trust and vulnerability. They had found their life partner and never wanted another lover. All cards were on the table as they shared some very private desires.
She opened up and shared her longtime fantasy of wanting to be blindfolded, tied to the bed, and taken, fully at his mercy.
"I'm going to play with every inch of your body. Explore you with as many toys as I like," his message read.
"This is another way for us to connect. Nothing visual, all sensation. Let my mind visualize what you're doing and seeing."
She longed to be at the mercy of his desires and fully feel whatever he wanted to do to her.
His body was paradise to her. His 6'4" stature was lean and fit. His skin was sun-kissed, and you could see all of his muscles with every move he made. It was just right for her. Not too hard, not too soft.
She absolutely loved feeling his body slide up hers every single time they made love, and the thought of feeling only that sensation and not being unable to see or move or touch him, lit her sensual fires within.
"When you think about your fantasy of being tied down, what is one thing you most desire in that fantasy?" he texted, digging in deeper.
"Just having your way with me and doing whatever you wanted. Letting you have control. I want to be your slut," she texted back.
"I get to see all of you. Totally helpless and totally spread wide open," he texted.
Both openly shared their fantasies and ideas of ways they would like to express their passion and burning desire for each other. These fiery chat sessions about their deepest fantasies often turned into real-life plans for the next time they visited.
Through this process, they discovered what ultimate freedom is--having a partner who fully accepts them, loves them, and who they are completely compatible with.
She was sitting in the back of a full college classroom with 30 other students. She sat at the long lab table facing forward like everyone else. A young, male student sat next to her.
She leaned a bit forward, utterly distracted from the professor lecturing at the front of the class. The thrill of laying there, fully exposed, fully naked, and fully vulnerable on the bed, allowing him to do whatever for as long he liked raced through her mind and her pussy.
Over the course of their relationship and adventures, she began to realize something deeper and naughtier about herself. Being sexual in public, surrounded by strangers really turned her on.
She rested her arms on the table with her notebook and pen in front of her. Her round bottom was as far back in the seat as it could be, creating the perfect angle to place her phone between her thighs. She never wore panties and the denim seam of her shorts was soaking wet and riding high in her tender opening, parting her full and flushed pussy lips. Every time he texted, the phone vibrated and tickled her clit and wet lips just right.
Here, in class, surrounded by people, these split-second tickles and teases set her pussy on fire.
After 50 minutes of secretly pleasing herself and responding back from time to time, she was ready to be alone.
She couldn't wait until she got home to please herself. Her burning desire for him was too much to handle. She needed to have a release as soon as she could.
It was toward the end of class and her pussy was soaked in her juices and her button was tingling, warm, and throbbing.
"I could rub one out in just a minute right now," she texted.
"Oooh. There you are, squirming in your juices, ready to get to the car and plunge your fingers in your pants, taking the wetness from your opening and rubbing it all around your button," he replied.
He had read her mind.
Class let out, and she bolted to her car. She slid in her driver's seat and the puddle of her wetness flowed around her outer lips. She reached for the glove box, remembering she had her 2nd favorite sex toy in there--a red vibrating ball.
Her parked car faced a busy sidewalk. Students and professors passed by every few seconds.
She placed her phone in the passenger door and tapped the red video recording button. She wanted the man she desired, the man she wanted to share herself and life with, to see the immense pleasure he brought her.
She slipped her sandals off, lifted her bottom up, and slid her jean shorts down to her ankles.
She turned her body toward the phone still recording her every move in the passenger door so her lover could get a good look. She wanted to share her desire for him. She knew he would be so turned on by watching her that he would have to finish himself off. Sharing sexy pics and masturbation videos of themselves constantly kept their fires blazing hot and made them feel more connected when apart.