I am ignoring the porn your sending me for now because I’m at work and easily distracted by pictures of naked ladies. Especially when there’s rope involved.
I really can’t wait to take you home Thursday night, tie you up like a pretty little present and fuck the hell out of you.
See you soon.
xo
I’m surprised at the rush I get. The rush I get from being on top of you. From slapping your face… spanking your ass. The rush I get just from sitting back and looking at your ass, so red. How wet it makes me to look at you, just lying there… waiting…. panting…
By this time I already had your hands bound above your head. Your eyes blindfolded, and your mouth gagged. By this time I have already stripped you and put a pair of little lace panties on you. You look so pretty. I put those on you just to look at you in them. Just to spank you in them. I put them on just so that I could pull them down. Once you felt that lace on your legs, moving up your legs…. you could feel them. You know what I was doing and I could tell from your body. From how you seemed to get smaller. smaller from a little shame.
After I’ve made your ass red enough I move may way up your body. Grazing, rubbing, pushing my tits all over your skin. All over your red ass. I work my way up to your ear to whisper to you. To tell you how wet you would get from the sight of your own ass right now. So red… in your pretty little panties.
You blindfold me and tie me the the bed. I feel you lower yourself onto my face. I can hardly breath. Your moistness covers my nose and cheeks. You smell musky. I stick out my tongue and start gently probing.
Actually, that was in the morning. I remember that because you were wearing that pretty silver plug with your wrists taped together while you were checking your email on your hands and knees. I remember that because you were so good to stay like that while I went downstairs to check on the dogs.
And after that you were riding my cock, grinding against that little pink toy of yours, facing away from me so that I could grab your hips, slap your ass and play with that plug. I can’t actually get that image out of my head, nor do I want to.
xo
Oh. Fuck.
Yes, please, to more spanking. And yes, pretty please, to you tying me up and riding the fuck out of me.
I’ve been thinking about that, a lot. The way you looked: fierce, voracious, sometimes a bit surprised, sexy as hell. The way you felt on top of me: fucking yourself so smooth and fast on my cock, slapping my face, grinding into me so hard I could have sworn I was the one getting fucked. I felt just so deliciously used. Really the only thing that could possibly be any better would be to be tied up and gagged. And maybe my cock could have been bigger…
I’d love to know what you see when you slap me. Though probably you’ll need to do it some more to really describe it accurately… right?
Thanks for guaranteeing me another soaked day at work.
HIM: i mean seriously… woah
ME: I have to agree with that.
HIM: mmmm….
I have this great smell lingering about me all day, the spicy tang of your sex, on my fingers, on my face, highly distracting.
ME: ahhh yes, I have to say I have been a bit distracted today myself… and you’re not helping the matter.
HIM: Shit. Sorry. I will stop. But I just can’t get your growling screams out of my head… so what is a boy to do?
ME: yeah… really not helping. And I can only seem to think of one solution. I look forward to the next lesson.
HIM: I was getting a massage today, and I developed a fairly impressive erection as I drifted off and started picturing you bound up, blindfolded. how DO you feel about ropes?
ME: Oh Fuck I have work to do…. you’re REALLY slowing down how much I can get done in a day. I’ve never been tied up before. …. or blindfolded. How do I feel about it? I’ve thought about it. I have thought about a lot of things. ….recently thinking about you tying me up and how wet that makes me. … hence not getting as much work done.
HIM: Ah, I see, I will prepare some lengths of rope for our next meting in that case. Your wrists bound. Your feet bound to your thighs. Your neck collared and attached to a leash forever in my hands. How do you feel about that.
ME: excited… and a little scared. You’re killing me.
