Author: HisPetKisunya

Love,

This morning I tried to cum without you. Selfish of me, I know.

Let me paint a picture for you:

It’s early. My alarm clock has just gone off and I want five more minutes to myself in bed before I need to start the day. There is a slight breeze fluttering the curtains and the rest of the apartment is drenched in sunlight. If I decided to just roll back over and go back to sleep, I very well could have. Instead, however, I wanted to start the day off glowing (and sometimes, coffee doesn’t cut it).

I caressed my way down my body, like I know you want to. I slid my warm fingers over my breasts, touching and teasing my nipples. I traced along the tiger stripes on my belly and spread my legs, thinking about all the ways I wanted to be touched by you.

Dip your fingers in my honey; if you were to wake me up with your length rock hard against my ass, I would moan sleepily but oblige you. I promise you as soon as you started, I wouldn’t just lay there, I would fuck back: arch my back, tangle my fingers in the sheets and let each delicious moan fill the air. Read more »

My Love,

With the exception of a few moments… you have self control in Spades. Everything from your tone while you speak to your facial expression is measured. Your attention to detail is immaculate.

I am the opposite of you. I am loud, I roll my big green eyes at every given opportunity. Where you keep a neutral expression, I wrinkle my nose, scowl, and sigh. My attention to detail could use some help. These leggings are a testament to loving an article of clothing too much with faded thighs and microtears. I think this is maybe some kind of almond butter on my shirt? I’m wearing my house slippers because I walked out this afternoon wearing them and didn’t realize it until I had unlocked my car door.

Today, you could be my polar opposite. If I were orange, you would be blue. Your slacks are perfectly pressed and not wrinkled. Even though they are a slightly different shade from your vest, it flows. Your shirt is crisp, fresh, it looks brand new. You don’t just wear the suit, you own it with a certain level of panache. All without ever coming across as arrogant. Read more »

I sit across from you, staring you down trying my best to keep a solid facial expression. You’re watching me curiously, I know this look. You’re scrutinizing for any signs of what could be going through my head.

I peek at my cards once more and keep them close to me even though they’re not that great. A classic tell while playing cards is to push an unfavorable hand away from yourself and lean back arms crossed. I’m hardly doing that, I’m caressing the edge of one and smirking at you. The key is to bluff you into believing that I have a decent hand when in reality, well… my hand is trash. I have a 5 of Spades and a Queen of Hearts.. The 3 face up cards between us are a 2 of Diamonds, 7 of Clubs, and Ace of Hearts. If I’m being blunt, nothing can come from this hand unless one of the best two cards is another Queen, or a 5. Can I get that lucky? Read more »

Ohai, Love.

We have had quite the week, haven’t we?

Yesterday was nice, though. You looked amazing, as you always do when you wear a suit and tie. It took all of my self control to not stop and talk to you the very first time I laid eyes on you. I felt your gaze on me and we were like two magnets being held apart. Even now, I am still puzzling over what I would help you out of first: that vest or that tie. I would probably slowly undo each button on your vest, stop and fold it gently putting it aside and then… Then, I would undo the tie, hook my finger under it like I did a couple of times that night, except actually untie it just as methodically as you tied it that morning.

I was lost in ecstacy when you rubbed your hand over my fishnet clad thigh. It was the sensation of your fingers over the material rubbing against my thigh that drove me wild. I know you noticed when I spread my legs for you, silently begging and daring you to just rub my inner thigh and up a smidge. You have only dared to rub so close to my aching sex once. I was wearing shorts and you were feeling daring…. Read more »

Oh hello, Love.

Right now I’m sitting in the arm chair, slowly braiding my hair down my right shoulder. My fingers are deft, working quickly. There is jazz playing in the background, I think it’s Myles Davis or Wynton Marsalis, but I can’t put my finger on it.

I want to be your aching, moaning, wanton cum slut. But here we are: I am sitting with my hair braided and my legs spread. And you? You aren’t here. I so wish you were though.

This is a predicament.

Do I want to touch myself here? Do I want to lean back comfortably, draw my fingertips up my inner thighs and lightly touch my pussy… Rub my clit in slow, sweet circles, not unlike I know you want to? Maybe.

Or do I want to do it in the shower later on tonight? If I wait to please myself under the hot spray of the water, my moans will get lost in the background noise. But I love how the steam swirls around me, the water running over my breasts…. it would be irresponsible to keep my hands off of myself. Read more »

While you were stuck in traffic this afternoon, I came on my fingertips and moaned your name.

I guess I should start from the beginning….

You left for work and I was bored. I decided that I couldn’t wait for you and wanted to cum then.

Selfish, I know.

I stripped out of my pajama shorts – bending and pushing them off of my hips, the fabric falling away easily. Then, I pulled my open backed tank top off. Slowly, like I would if you were watching. I grabbed the shirt by its hem and lifted it over my head, it falling in a puddle next to my shorts on the floor.

I stepped away from the shorts and lay on the bed, getting comfortable. I spread my legs, pulling my leg up, so my knee bent and my pussy was bared.

I wasted no time, starting gently at first, rubbing my clit and rolling and pinching my nipple…

It felt sublime, almost decadent. I moved from playing with my sensitive sweet bud and pushed two fingers into my pussy. My pussy was warm and tight around my fingers and this made me moan. Read more »

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d73chq/room_832_part_3_mf_piv/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
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The next morning came all too quickly. I woke up to sunlight in my face. How had we forgotten to close the curtains before we crawled into bed? I blinked and lifted a hand to rub the sleep from my eyes, yesterday’s mascara and eyeliner rubbing off on my palm. At present, I was curled up against your side, my cheek resting against your chest and your arm was curled around my back, with your hand resting just above my ass. Quite frankly, I was surprised the sun hadn’t woken you up either, until I looked up and saw the blindfold over your eyes.

*Go figure,* I thought, chuckling softly to myself.

I shifted out of your embrace and quietly went over to the wardrobe grabbing my bag from within. At present, I was exceptionally naked and needed to change that. I closed the bathroom door and set about starting for the day.

With the makeup removed, I turned the shower on hot and let it start to warm up. The shower covered an entire wall of the bathroom and even though the water didn’t reach that far, there was a bench on one side. The entire shower was enclosed in glass and when steam had started to collect, I stepped in, shutting the shower door behind me. Read more »