Int. – Our Apartment – Night
It was at 2 am. Moonlight shone from the window in the corner. I always raise the blinds because I love how the moonlight highlights her backside. She has the nicest ass. I admire it often, especially when we’re out in public. She isn’t quite sure why I am always behind her but… there is a reason and it isn’t to scope out other women, it’s to scope her form out. I like to watch the way she strides. Many men ogle her. Some are blatant, others are shy.. but many look none the less. Typically, they go straight for her chest… then her ass. Salespeople are the worst.
These are things I think about after we just have had mind-blowing sex. It’s those after sex thoughts that stir up those feelings of wanting to roll back over and fuck her again. I’m on her left side… she is facing the window. The bed is large in size, crisp clean sheets… at least, they were clean. Now they reak of fuck, sweat, and more importantly our cum. Tomorrow I won’t wash the sheets… no, I’ll sleep in them again, because I can still remember what happened here and remember what she smells like. She likes having her scent on me. In fact, she makes sure that she fucks me simply so that I will smell like her. And me, I fuck her and cum in her as a means of ownership… and also to make her cunt sore, because I want her to remember fucking me all day long – whenever she sits down or does anything else that requires her to move a certain way feeling that soreness from large cock having plowed her the night before. I get those text messages at work.
She texts things such as, “I’m so sore. What did you do last night?” and “My pussy belongs to your cock, it fits so perfectly, fills every crevice, every lust and desire that I have.” Yesterday, she sent me, “Hey, let’s fuck tonight using the special back pillow, :-*”
Annmarie is a true submissive, but sometimes I think she has a switch mentality, but only with women. She wants me to “own” her. Yet, she likes the idea of having sex with other women, usually as playthings.
We live in a downstairs apartment located in a forest setting. You can sometimes hear a pin drop because it’s so quiet. It wasn’t quiet earlier. No, she was breathing heavily… so was I by the end, and she was on her tummy… I was fucking her from behind… legs closed, hard firm thrusts until I came. She had cum long ago… but after I came… she came the last time during the final four thrusts I made to ensure I managed to get all the cum out of my cock I could.
Upstairs lives a rather young couple in their 20’s. They aren’t much younger than we are.
Annmarie was resting her head on my left arm and laying side by side with her facing away… towards the window. She shifted, the moon now visible on her right thigh. Regardless of where it was shown, her body remarkable in light of any kind.
She was quiet. As was I. It was moments like these where we reflect on what just happened.
*squeeek squeeek squeeeeek*
No, it wasn’t a mouse. It was the floor above us. At first, I thought they were just climbing into bed and all would be silent. But, no… it continued and became more labored. They’re fucking. I got up from the bed, and Annmarie asked, “Where are you going?” I didn’t answer. I reached for the window and opened it slightly. It was apparent that the neighbors upstairs had their window open too… because the grunting, moaning, and the sound of the bed was more clear and crisp like music to my ears. It was bouncing off the trees… all that noise from above and I’m sure at this point they didn’t care who listened or heard.
I climbed back into bed and the comparison of the window amplifying the noises from the apartment from above and the ceiling… it was much like a stereo set with bass and full-length speakers.
Annmarie states the obvious… “Is that what I think it is?”
I didn’t answer again, I pulled her closer to me… and I lightly ran my fingers over her back, down her thighs, over her ass… everywhere and lightly touched her while we heard them switch positions. It was obvious that she was riding him now because she was making a lot more noise and the bounces off the mattress were more pronounced.
“She must be really hard up for cock, listen to how urgent her thrusts are,” I said.”No shit, she must be seriously deprived,” Annmarie replied.”Weren’t you before we met?” I smiled.”I had my toy.” She said defiantly.”Was it as good?” I asked.”Well… no. I like it when you use my toys ON me.” She said.
We listened to them fuck for a good five to ten minutes.
“He must have good stamina,” Annmarie said looking over at me. I looked back at her and there was obvious lust in her eyes… it was clear what she wanted.
“James, fuck me… slowly,” She said.
So, she slid onto her back and I was on top of her… her legs parted, and I grasped my cock… placing it inside her which was already wet from the sex we’d already had… and I gasped at the tight grip she gave me. As she squeezed, her cum… and probably mine escaped over my cock a bit. It wasn’t bad… but she surprised me again by her next request,
“Time your thrusts with theirs…” She said.
So we did.
“I wish I could watch,” Annmarie said… between breaths.
“You want to watch him fuck her,” I asked.
“No, I want to watch her fuck him,” She replied.
It was clear they were nearing an end… from the assault to the mattress above and the images of the neighbors I had in my head because we saw one another briefly here and there… Annmarie pushed me back and placed me onto my back, riding me until we all four seemed to orgasm together. My bet is they heard us. I’m not sure.
This might explain why the neighbor girl looks at me funny now. I think she did hear.
Annmarie wants to seduce her, we’ll see if she does.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cehc6o/pillow_talk_voy_mf