Author: SaturdayNightBeavr

8 AM. You were leaving for work and normally I am up and getting ready 3 hours before. But you had fucked me into a coma just a few hours earlier. As your car left the driveway I listened as you drove further and further away. Gone.

I rolled over unto your side of the bed and I could smell your scent as well as the smell of cum and sweat in the sheets. There were even spots that were still wet from how moist you made me. I started thinking about how I had been on all fours and you would go all the way out and then back into my pussy full force. My head would hit the wall with every thrust you made.

As I replayed every detail in my head I began to heat up and I could feel myself start to hurt for you. I thought to myself I am already going into the office later anyway so I might as well add a few more minutes. I went over to the closet and grabbed my favorite toy. A big black dildo (who we will just call BBD) that I feel was made just for me. You and I had used it together many times but this time it was working me out on its own. Read more »

It was a Tuesday. I normally go to your house after work but you weren’t going to be there. You were off on a work trip and even though it was just a week thats like 10 in sex weeks. I thought about you as I sat at my desk working on my last project of the day. I imagined you on your knees, between my legs sucking on my moist pussy. You would always tell me how sweet it tasted and how hot it was. I could feel myself breathing harder at my desk and goosebumps forming all over my body. For second I forgot I was even there as my nipples got harder under my shirt. I felt like they were going to cut right through my cotton button up. When I came to I had to look around to make sure no one was staring my way. Read more »

I had one too many Hand Grenades that night. But it was Mari Gras so thats what you are supposed to do. I was talking in my heels, stepping on the colorful beads on the grown. I kept pulling down my dress but you kept pulling it up. I didn’t know if you had less or the same amount of drinks that I had but at that point I didn’t care. I wanted you and you bringing your hands up legs was only making me want more. At that moment what seemed to be like a parade of lights at 3am caught everyones attention but not ours. The police were driving down Bourbon street and we took that to our advantage. People had their phones out recording the flashing reds and blues but you had your hands in deep in my now that I was flashing that red and pink. You guided me to a wall where no one was around, I think I might have recognized this alley way wall from the Ghost tour we took the previous night. If the party goers weren’t watching us then the ghosts of New Orleans were. Read more »