Dear 1/23/12
Dear and I realized that we were down to our last condom, and that we would not have money to buy more for at least another six days or so.
With that, he decided that he would make our last sex for several days memorable.
After about a half an hour of kissing, touching, licking and grinding against each other. He told me he was going to tie me down that night. Followers who’ve been keeping up know what a treat this is for me from Dear and I grabbed the rope. I was practically giddy. He also turned out the lights. Which I’ve learned gives Dear more confident to be more dominant.
He flipped me onto my stomach and grabbed my wrists, pinning them against my back and wrapping the rope around them. I shuddered and let myself relax and fall into submissive mentality. It’s the little things sometimes. The knot wasn’t too tight, I think Dear may fear for my circulation. I’ll have to remember to talk to him about that.
He shifted my hips up, I felt exposed, helpless, and completely loved. Just as I started wondering what he intended for me he began rubbing my clit with his fingertips. He was rough and I would kick and twist, bucking my hips and flailing as much as I could without my arms for leverage. He continued and spanked me intermittently. I came a few times and felt myself floating away. I dimly realized how embarrassing it was for me to be so far gone from so little.
He stopped and I caught my breath. He smacked my ass and told me to roll over. I did with some difficulty. Dear got onto his knees next to my head and grabbed my hair. He shoved his cock in my mouth and fucked my face until I gagged. He waited a moment for me to compose myself and repeated this. I started to tear up from gagging so many times and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He started to fondle my tits, pinching my nipples so hard I cried out, he covered my mouth. He licked and bit one nipple. I whined and he shifted lower.
He spread my legs and began to eat my pussy, I quaked and came, struggling to keep myself quiet. He continued, my whole body shook, I arched up towards him and whimpered. After a few more orgasms he paused and let me catch my breath.
“Do you want more?” He asked. I nodded, “Please,” I whined and he went back to it. I writhed and he held my legs open and pressed against the bed. I don’t know how much time passed but when he paused again my clit felt so tender it almost ached and all I could think of was how badly I wanted Dear to fuck me.
“Do you want more?” he asked again. “I..I’m good” I panted, hoping he would get on with it and fuck me.
He continued licking my clit. I whined and jerked. I was so tender, it was too much sensation at once. But the feeling of helplessness mixed with knowing if he truly went to far I could stop it was so delightful. It was everything I love about being dominated and when I came I could have fallen asleep content in that moment.
“Where are the condoms?” he asked me as I shivered. I tried to explain where they were, but it was impossible while he pinched and twisted my nipples as I tried to come out of my orgasm high. Eventually I managed to vaguely articulate that the box we keep the condoms in was next to the bed.
Dear wasted no time shoving his cock into me. I nearly came right then. He fucked me while pinching my nipples so hard the pain shot through my whole being. He yanked on my hair at the roots and yanked my head up. When he dropped me he choked me while leaning his body weight onto my throat. The bed creaked in protest and the only reason no one heard my voice was from Dear choking me or keeping a hand firmly on my mouth during all my orgasms. Eventually somewhere I registered my hands were starting to fall asleep from laying on them but I damn sure wasn’t going to say a thing about it until I absolutely had to.
Dear pulled out of me and flipped me up onto my knees. My ass up and my face pressed into the blankets and mattress. He fucked me in this, my favorite position, grabbed my hips, grabbed my sides, dragged his nails down my back, using my hair for leverage and never missing a stroke. ”Can I?” he panted down at me after a time. “One condition..” I mumbled, shifting under him while he continued to fuck me.
“Don’t ask,” I said quietly. “Tell.”
Dear stopped his movements and his hand cracked against my ass. “Make me cum then.” I bounced my ass off his hips, pumping his cock in and out of me. Whimpering and panting, trying desperately to make him cum. Once I got him close he began to fuck me back again, digging his nails into my hips as he rocked me. “I’m cumming” he groaned in my ear, and I came with him.
We slept very well that night.
