Filed under: Deviant Dreams
as i have been gone on and off it is rare that i actually have to sit and wait for him. when he told me he was leaving it did not dawn on me at that moment. perhaps it was i actually had a quiet weekend but it really struck me. was it the fact that he had to tell me he was leaving? did he really want that thought to sit in the back of my mind?
it actually worked. i missed him.
quietly he returned and i smiled with content. we exchange the sweetness of the lack of connection. i taunt him with thoughts of death, fluids and storage. without much effort he is hard, he is needy and as always my slut.
i watch him unzip his jeans, i see the obvious bulge that lies beneath the denim.
“i jerked off for you in the shower, but i didn’t cum,” he tells me.
he reaches in his jeans and pulls his cock and balls out. i watch his left hand stroke the hardness and trace the length. my hand creeps down between my legs and i push the fabric of my panties against my tingling skin.
“hurt for me,” i tell him.
without the slightest of hesitation his hand wraps around his balls and he squeezes till he almost doubles over in pain. i watch both of his hands curl in utter pain. i watch his cock leap at the pain and i cannot withhold my smile.
“wanna cum baby?” i feel nice tonight and it is late. for some reason i don’t want to send him to bed without my cum seeping from the cock that i own.
“may i, Grace?” he asks eager, but not too eager.
the thing that amazes me with V is his response to cum exactly when i tell him to. normally i would come with him but not tonight. i just want to watch the cum spurt from his hardness. i enjoy watching him and how he grips the base of his hardness right before he releases. it is like being proud of your pet doing a trick.
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