Author: Revolutionary-Gur120

*I’m deviating from my usual style and creating an episodic piece. As always I appreciate your feedback!*

Euphoric… pampered… worshipped… I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last week in your hotel room. Although I miss you between your work trips, I like that we only see each other when you come to town for business. I like the anticipation that builds up over weeks of texting and I like trying to guess which hotel you’ll be at for our next romantic night. As if reading my mind, my phone pings with a text from you. It’s just an address, and a time to meet you tomorrow. A wave of excitement runs through me as I type the address into my gps but it doesn’t show up as a hotel. It just looks like a nondescript building. Intrigued and aroused, I add the address and time into my calendar… then contemplate what to wear. Again, as if you can hear my thoughts, I get a text from you saying “Wear that silver dress I got you. And nothing else.” I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to concentrate on my work assignment but my mind keeps drifting to memories of the way your beard tickles my neck when you cover me in kisses. Read more »

He asked me to wear a dress and no panties when I arrived.
And you know, I’m a good girl and I always do as I’m asked
He took me to dinner. Told me how beautiful I looked. Told me my husband is a very lucky man
We went back to his house and into the bedroom. He held my throat and kissed me hard.
Pushing me against the wall, he slid his hand up under my dress and slipped his fingers inside then took my hand to his cock so I could feel how hard he was.
I got on my knees while he unfastened his pants and I started to lick the head of his cock before opening wide and taking him all the way into my mouth
He held the back of my head and fucked my mouth till I gagged a little then tossed me over onto the bed
He started licking my clit while sliding his fingers inside my pussy, getting me wetter and wetter and then stuck his fingers in my mouth so I could taste myself…
He flipped me over and pulled me down to his mouth, fucking me from behind with his tongue and then slid his cock inside held onto my ass while fucking me from behind
He likes to tell me what to do
He likes me to tell him that my pussy belongs to him
He likes me to call him “Daddy”
He choked me a little harder than I was used to but I liked it
He edged me closer and closer to cumming then pulled out of me, denying my orgasm until he was ready to let me have it
And I did. Riding him, I came on his cock again and again. Read more »

I woke up wanting you; caught in the half-light of the dawn with your face in my mind and your name on my lips.
I woke up with the memory of last night still fresh in my body. The imprint of you still on the pillow next to me and the stickiness you left between my legs. Rolling over I bury my head in the pillow breathing in the lingering smell of you, and of us.

These clandestine meetings feel like something out of a romance novel… or an Adrian Lyne movie. It’s incredibly erotic having you come to me under the cover of darkness. I like leaving a key for you in our special hiding spot. I like knowing that you’re creeping through my house while I’m fast asleep.

Lost in a dream, I think I feel your weight on the edge of the bed… and I sense that you’re here. I feel you curl up behind me…. you’re so quiet. The entire house is quiet. The night is silent, aside from the beating of my heart. My breath quickens when I feel your fingers reach between my legs and begin to stroke up and down my glistening lips. I’ve been wet with the thought of you sneaking into my bedroom and now that you’re here my desire is radiating through me. I swear I can hear my heart beating and I can feel the blood pulsing through my clit. Read more »

Last weekend I hosted another special party; an exclusive party for couples, by invite only. Although this one was slightly different and kinda special… it was the first time that you’d ever been to a party like this. And to think – you almost didn’t come at all. When your fiancè texted to tell me she wasn’t coming I must admit I felt a pang of disappointment. I had been looking forward to introducing you to this kind of a party… and getting to know you better. Thinking about your 6 foot 4 frame, your cocoa-complexion, full lips and huge arms, I decided that I wanted you at the party with or without her. So I bent the rules a bit and texted her back to propose that you come solo. There’s a term for a single man who shows up to a sex party alone and you, very appropriately, were going to be our “Stag”. Read more »

I need to feel your lips again… I need to feel their fullness and the way they kiss me. I need to feel the way you start out tenderly… the way you suck on my bottom lip just right. I need to feel your forceful kisses and the way your hand wraps around the back of my head and pulls me in closer. Deeper. I need the way your tongue licks me before you dive into my mouth again, your hands cupping my cheeks. I’m replaying our last meeting in my mind and becoming aroused at the mere memory of you… of us.

Did you like your little gift? Did you keep my panties in your pocket on your drive home? Or did you hold them close to your face and periodically breathe in the scent of me? I love that you asked me to leave you with a souvenir. It was fun deciding which g-string I would wear for you that morning… knowing you wanted me nice and sweaty and my panties soaking wet before you arrived at the hotel. I like doing exactly as you ask. I like being your Good Girl. Re-reading our texts from that morning is making me so wet right now. “On my knees”… that’s how you told me to be waiting for you behind the door to room 119. Patiently waiting… on my knees. Waiting for your hard cock wearing nothing but my wet panties. “Take those clothes off” you texted, “and let me watch you do it…” Read more »