Hi love.
I wanted to hear your voice. I miss it. But since I am getting your voicemail, I assume that you are still working. A shame.
They really make you beaver away, don’t they? Unreasonably so. They don’t deserve you. But I digress… I am calling about far more pleasant things than your ingrate bosses.
I can’t wait to see you when you get home tonight. Finally, an evening to ourselves. It’s been far too long. I have so many things in mind for you… I hope you will enjoy them.
I was planning on surprising you with them, when you arrived. But… I am unable to contain myself anymore. As I sat there, fantasizing about our soirée, I have felt my temperature rising. The anticipation has been making my blood boil. Thinking about you always has that effect on me.
Surprise be damned. I want to make you feel my excitement. I want to get your temperature going until you’re in heat yourself.
Fuck, even just talking about talking about it is getting me hard. Hurry up home, please? I’m growing impatient, desperate almost.
But back to those plans of mine. Remember what you told me you would wear? I can picture you right now, in that delicious slitted emerald pencil skirt, and the ever-so-slightly too tight black blouse to match… They compliment your auburn hair so well.
Did you wear any underwear, with that outfit? You never put on pantyhose with it, but it has always been a mystery… But never mind that for now. I don’t need you to reply. Keep focused on work, if you can.
I’ll be checking for myself the moment you arrive, anyway.
As soon as you pass the door, I will grab you by the waist and pull you close, before kissing you with one hand on the back of your neck. I want to taste your lips. But with my other hand, I will follow down to the small of your back. I know how that makes you feel, but you’ll have to keep your composure. Because I will quickly slip my hand around to the slit of your skirt, and caress your thigh under it. Still kissing you, keeping you in place with my hand on behind you neck, I will make my way with the other under your skirt, slowly lifting it until I make my way back to your now ass. I’ll be able to feel for myself, if you had been bad or good, if you put on underwear or not.
Will you be exposed for me, or modestly covered, I wonder? But in any case, I’m going to ravish you with my fingers. If obstructed, I will simply pull away at the offending fabric until I can reach your pussy. But I won’t pleasure you yet, no. I want to have your tension raise. I’ll simply stop kissing you and turn you around, so that your back is leaning against me. I will then palm over your private parts, warming you slowly. Then I will bring back my hand, and make you taste it. I will hold with one hand on your stomach, that I will be gently brushing with my fingers while you suck on my other set until they are properly wet. If you were good with your undergarment choice, I may also be kissing you on the back of your ear, and making my way down your neck to your shoulders.
I know you’ll want to touch yourself. Sucking on me always does that to you. But not tonight. I won’t allow it. No, I want to explore you with my fingers. Map out your mound, its folds and its crevasse. So I will abandon your mouth to go back to your cunt. I will rub it gently, at first, and then pick up the pace to match your squirming. Then, when I start feeling you getting really wet, and your legs shake a bit, I will stop. I know, I know, you’ll be confused an instant. But it is only to push you on the sofa, taking advantage of your dazed state. You’ll be more comfortable sitting for what will be coming next.
I’ll get on my knees in front of you. By now, you should have come to your senses a bit, and know that I want to taste you, that I will go down on you. I wonder if you’ll try to rush me, like you often do by pulling my head in towards you, or if you’ll control yourself. Regardless, I’ll spread your legs and start kissing your inner thighs, until I can feel your warmth radiating on my face. Then I will dive in. I will lick around your labias, lapping at your juices and teasing your clit with my nose. I want to fall in your flower, to lose my breath in you, to have your scent become my only air. My mouth on you, I will feast. We’ll see how long I remain there, how long you last.
After you are yelping in pleasure, I’ll keep going until I can snatch more sounds of agony from you, though at that point they may get muffled by your thighs squeezing around my ears. Only after I hear that melody a second time will I get away from your intoxicating pussy.
You don’t think that I will leave it at that, do you? No, after I am done with those amuse-bouches, I have main courses planned.
Once I extirpate my head from between your thighs, I’ll get your collar. Yes, the one you love, that I got you for your birthday. The one that leaves a faint heart imprint on your throat, at the front, when you tug at it and make the steel press on your skin. My good girl deserves to be marked as such. I’ll pass it around your neck, and take the opportunity to press my nose in the smell of your hair. It drives me crazy, every time.
Once your collar is securely in place, I’ll pull you by that heart to get you standing back up. I will kiss you again, but on the forehead this time. Then, I will undress you. Slowly. I will start with that skirt, pulling it down to the floor. I’ll untie the top bow of your blouse, that attempts to hide your cleavage. I will let my hands linger on the slope of your breasts, and grab them. Strange how muck they fit my palms. The perfect handful… I may pinch your nipples a bit, before they get uncovered. They are so sensible, and I may not get another occasion after they are exposed. But at some point, I will feel my need take over and unbutton your blouse. I’ll then glide it off your shoulders, and whisper in your ear to get on your knees.
While you comply, I will go and grab your leash. While I know how much you enjoy wearing it, I also know how panicky it can make you feel at first. So I will squat down to your level, and hold you close while I put in on your collar. I will whisper in your ear how good you have been already, stroking your hair and your back, until I feel you relax. We’ll take our time, until I am sure that you are comfortable.
Then, I will pick up your leash and stand back up. And I’ll make you crawl to our bed. In your state, it will be safer than having you walk upright. And I want to take in the view of you on all fours, your breasts swaying under you while you look up expectantly at me, leading you forward. I will only regret not being able to admire you from the opposite angle, your ass and legs presented proudly, in anticipated access. But I’ll get to enjoy that view soon enough.
Once we arrive, I will have you lean on the bad, you ass sticking out. Don’t worry, I will give you a pillow for your knees first. I will undress too, admiring you from behind. Then I will grab a condom, put it on, and position myself behind you. I will tease you with the head of my dick, until I feel myself slip in. I will finally enter you, like I have wanted to do since you stepped in tonight. I will go slow, at first. Then find your rhythm, as I tug on your leash to arc you back up. I may even grab your hair, if you ask nicely. But then I will let it go, and lean in to you. I will thrust deeper, and sink my teeth in your shoulder to muffle my moans. Once I feel ecstasy coming, I will slow down, and then turn you over, fully on the bed this time.
Missionary. I know, it is cliché. But I want to look in your eyes as I enter you again, and then rock my hips to yours. I want to see you get hit by waves of pleasures as go in and out. I will rest my hand on your tits, grabbing them for support as I thrust into you. You always feel so warm around me. I will get lost in you, for a while. How could I not? Then I will bring my thumb to your mouth, caressing your mouth. You will stick your tongue to try to catch it, like you always do, so I will race it around your lips. But I will end up letting you catch it, and allow you to suck on it as I fuck you harder. Then you will you wrap your legs around me, like you always end up doing when we are in this position. It is stronger than you. It is what you really want, isn’t it? To be filled?
So when you try to confine me against you, I will stop and remove the condom, right in front of you. But then I will step away. I want you to deserve it. I will grab back your leash and guide you off the bed, as I sit on the edge of it. Then I will yank you closer. I’ll turn you around, one hand on the leash, passing my arm around your waist to bring you to me. Until you are inches away from sitting on my lap. I will be able to see the grooling, creamy mess that you will already be. I’ll only get more excited, until I give in and grab my cock and make you sit on it. I will wrap your leash tightly around my fist, while you ride me. I won’t leave you any room to bend forward, I want you to grind on me with your back to my chest while I nibble on your neck and get lost in your hair. I will watch as sweat pearls on your skin, as you exert yourself for me. In the end, I know that I won’t be able to resist anymore under your knowing rocking, and that I will give you what you want. I will cum deep inside you, and you will keep going on my throbbing cock from the surprise of that sensation.
At some point, you will finally remove yourself from me. You might think that it would be over. But darling, no. We may have had entrées and few main courses, but would I forget dessert? Never.
I want to take you one last time, but against the living room window, for the world to see. I know you never dared, but have always fantasised about it. Our apartment is just high enough to not be too obvious, yet still low enough for passersby’s to be able to enjoy the show if they look up. Tonight, I’ll make you experience that thrill, expose your pleasure to the prying eyes.
Leash in hand, I will bring you to the window. I will press you against the glass pane, and spread your legs. I will feel my cum drip out a little, and use it as lube to slide back into you. I will fuck you again, against the backdrop of the streets below. Your moans will condense on the glass, as I ravage you from behind. I will be able to see your eyes roll in your reflection. I will feel myself get close again, and at the last minute, I will turn you around and push you down to your knees, and insert myself between your smiling lips. I know I won’t last long, with your tongue dancing on my shaft. I’ll cum again, half your mouth, half on your chin, your neck and your breasts.
I already have my camera set up on the dresser. I’ll be ready to capture that fleeting wildness in your eyes, after you have been thoroughly fucked and glazed. How I wish I knew where your mind went, in those moments. It seems to be a very pleasant place to visit… When you emerge back, we can continue taking other photos, if you would like. But not too long…
Indeed, with all this excitement, we will likely have lost track of time. And that simply won’t do, if we want to make our dinner reservation. I may have had planned a menu to satisfy your lust, but your hunger is also powerful, and I wouldn’t neglect it. This cum was far from enough for your appetite.
It does mean that you may have to adjust yourself quickly, however. To grab that blouse and that skirt left scattered on the floor nearby, and to put them back on without getting a chance to really clean yourself up. I’ll unhook your leash, but I won’t be able to unclasp the collar. Luckily it matches with the rest of your outfit quite nicely. And don’t worry, it’s also lucky that you don’t wear make-up. I’ll be able to quickly wipe away any traces of me from your face, and the mist around your eyes, before putting your hair back in place. But you’ll have to go out still full of my cum, I am afraid, if we are to arrive on time. Somehow, I don’t think you’ll mind…
But enough of me teasing you on this message. I look forward to seeing you tonight, we have quite the program.
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