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Text me later...
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Text me later... It started with an online profile view. Text me we'll get together. I know why I'm online but wondered if his reasons were equally as debauched. It is so easy to use the detachment of texting to talk about your kinks. I woke one Monday to discover that he'd already text despite the fact it was only 7am. The texts bounced back and forth throughout the day. A strange bond was formed, we conversed freely. Some of the texts were cheeky, some were funny and some made my cheeks deepen in a blush. He got me to open up to him and reveal my secrets. After hearing him confess that anal play turned him on I took a breath and owned up - it had always been my dirtiest fantasy too, one that could have me cumming hard in seconds. I often used a finger in my ass as I rubbed hard on my clit, fingers soaked in my juices, panting, wishing for a nice fat cock to fill me up. I admitted hesitantly that I'd never tried it, but that I would have if my ex had been more forceful with me. He rewarded my admission with a close up photo of his hard cock, glistening with a delicious drop of pre-cum. It made me instantly wet, my tongue running around my lips as I imagined tasting that delicious drop. He had asked me to lie back, grip my buttcheeks in both hands and pull them apart. He texted again, got me to repeat it, but this time to spread my ass and then close it. I replied describing my ass stretching as the cold air hit it and telling him how I was spanking my ass. Next he had me touch my clit. I complied, and after being ordered to rub it gently I was on the edge. He told me to find a chapstick tube or some lube. After running a line of lube up the crack of my ass, he ordered me to rub the lube on my tight hole again, but this time to pop my fingertip inside. Texting was becoming too hard by this point so he called me to listen. Without so much as a hello, he told me to shut up and listen. "Lie back, bring your knees up to your chest. Is your finger lubed? Lube your finger." Being told what to do sent a jolt of excitement through me, I realized how much I had longed for a dominant man. He ordered me to rub my little puckered asshole with my lubed fingertip - I felt the juice from my pussy escape, running down my ass crack to further lubricate my tight hole. "I am so fucking wet..." "Did I tell you to speak?" His voice in my ear was low, deep, firm completely in control- I fell silent and awaited my next order. "Find something long, hard and thin. Do it now." Leaning across to my dresser I grabbed the first thing in my hand - a double ended, fat mascara tube. He allowed me some more lube but only after he'd made me beg for it. He told me the whimper in my voice made his fat cock so fucking hard... He ordered me to push the tip of the mascara tube to my tight, sensitive ass and heard me groan as I moved the tube in and out. I described the feeling of fullness with a catch in my voice, getting hotter by the second as his breathing quickened. He had his fist clenched around his cock, pumping it hard. I had 2 fingers deep in my pussy, brushing my clit with every stroke. Unable to hold back, we exploded into orgasm at the same moment, his deep groans mingling with my screams. "Thanks I needed that" "No, really, thank you." Text you later... |
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2/1/2014 7:20 am |
Now you got me all hard and I'm trying to figure out when is a good time to get back to Ohio.
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10/9/2013 11:51 am |
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