The following is a letter to Tony:

Yes, I told you this was a confession and now when I think of it more, I’m in a confessional booth with my hand between my legs. I like to sin and especially in a building of faith. I’ve been in a catholic church before and the only thing that kept my attention was staring at those booths and daydreaming about fucking in them.

But, I digress.

You’ve been heavy on my mind and last night I fell asleep listening to the audio files you sent me over and over again. Each time I listened to them I swear I heard a word or sound I didn’t catch prior. I lay there squirming, wetting my panties, fingers rubbing my lips, hand pushing the hair from my face and my breathing… my breathing almost matching yours. Listening to your varying stages of urgency made me crazy.

Your words.

Your breathing.

You saying my name.

You talking to me.

Triggered gasps and whimpers. I wanted to be with you so bad. I could see you standing there in the four walls of your bathroom. I could see your face, your hand and your cock. I had to try my damnedest to not moan out loud because he was sleeping right next to me.

At some point I turned on to my stomach grinding my cunt slowly into the bed. I’ve gone far too long without sex and probably too long without an orgasm. I missed our interactions and this was a worthy substitute. Part of me wanted to race off to the other room to frantically get off when you said, “Come with me” over and over. I can’t express to you enough how you talking to me went straight between my legs like a bolt of lightening. Lightening that I was getting off on.

When I pulled out my headphones I lay there thinking about what it would be like to actually talk with you and get off together. How amazing that would be, the both of us climaxing together and making so much noise that our neighbors would be highly jealous.

I drifted off to sleep and I know I dreamt of you but it was all foggy and I couldn’t grasp at the details when I woke up.

So there… my confession completely nude and with this never ending dampness.

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Tony is new.

Tony is amazing.

Tony likes to keep me aroused.

He knows I’m aural and while I was driving into the office he sent me an audio file. It’s like having a present that you can’t open till Christmas. I watched the clock all day. I’m anxious and I know very well that I can’t just sneak a listen at it because I’m afraid of the response I will have. I can come from sound without even touching myself. How many can truly say that?

Finally, I’m home after the office, after the drive, after dinner…fuck really life? I strip with my phone in tow. I’m determined to hear this and I have only a slight idea what this is. I had instructed him to masturbate till he was about to come and then stop. What you don’t know is I have been tormenting him for days so just touching his cock at this point was going to give him a near orgasm.

I load the audio, it’s twenty seconds long and I grin. That meant he could only masturbate for twenty seconds before he felt he was going to orgasm. Yes, I’m proud of my efforts with him.

This is what I wrote to him after I listened to his audio:

Lying in my room with all the lights off. This heightens what I hear and feel. I listen to your audio the first time. My right hand plays with my nipple with the occasional grope. By the end I’m wet.

Second time I focus; your breathing, the urgency, the rush of your hand stroking your cock. My hand ends up between my legs. I want it to be your hand.

Third time, my lips are parted; my breathing almost in sync with yours. The slick wetness is coated on my fingertips that I envision are your fingertips as you rub my clit.

Fourth time; I’m climbing and I have your timing down. I want your fingers inside me. I want to come with you. I want to hear you come. My urgency climbs and I come when the audio ends.

Thank you for indulging me. It was really a very pleasant surprise.

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Grace stared at the white porcelain of the tub. Her face started to sink below the water line, bounce back and pressed her face against the cold surface. Her thoughts were calm and his words were playing in her mind displaying vivid and disturbing images. She had read BDSM erotica before but never with a woman in the dominant role. This was all new to her and the writer was a fixation in her mind.

Paul’s words were pieced effortlessly and the pictures he painted in Grace’s mind were priceless. Her hand snaked in the luke warm water between her legs. She felt shy to be touching herself and thinking about a complete stranger but this was not the first time. However, this was a first coming from a writer of this caliber. She positioned herself as the dominant female spitting harsh and degrading words towards Paul. There was a mix of guilt and heightened pleasure as her clit was hard and pulsing at her fingertips. Could she spit in a man’s face? Could she choke a man? Could she inflict what appeared to be cruel pain on a man? The questions alone caused her fingertips to press and rub harder. It was all embedded in her conscious now and the obvious arousal from the mere thoughts answered her questions. As she pondered more of Paul’s post about this nasty woman treating him like shit and yet he was could not get enough of her, Grace came hard splashing water, gripping the side of the tub and panting.

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My legs were wrapped around his waist. His cock was buried deep in my cunt. I was grinding against him as hard as I could. His hands gripped my legs as he fucked me.

I am not sure why all of a sudden I did this but I started to pull him down towards me. I started to whisper into his ear as he continued to move in and out of me, “I don’t want you to come yet. I want to watch porn with you tonight, suck your cock and have you jack off into my mouth.”

“Huh?” He replied, “Say it again.” He panted.

The blood was obviously not in his brain at that moment.

I repeated it all back to very slow and very clear and punctuating with slowly pushing his cock from me.

“Can you wait?” I asked with a smile.

He fell beside me on the bed. I wasn’t quite sure if he might have fallen into a bad mood.

“I suppose,” he said catching his breath.

I seem to enjoy prolonging his orgasm or anyone’s orgasm for that matter.

The tease…

the tension…

the wait.

We went to dinner like we normally do. We talked like we normally do. The only difference was he hadn’t come since the night before and I also knew he loved my mouth around his cock.

We settled on to his futon and he played the porn I had selected. Yes, this particular one had James Deen in it so already I am aroused. We watched several scenes. He had his clothes on and I had a tank top and panties on. My hand would trail around the crotch of his jeans but no stirring just yet. After a few more scenes and more aggressive groping his cock grew. Slowly he unbuttoned, unzipped and dragged his jeans down. I pulled his cock out and watched him play. I found watching him fondle his cock was much more arousing than what was on the TV. I squirmed and would touch here and there.

My head moved closer and my mouth closer to his cock. I pushed the head into my mouth and as I did he let out a sigh.

A sigh of relief.

A sigh of pleasure.

A sigh of gratitude.

His hand still gripped the base of his cock as I sucked and licked. Anything that was happening on the screen was being ignored. His free hand tangled into my mess of hair and pushed my mouth further down his cock. As my mouth engulfed his cock he let out another sigh. I pushed down as far as I could slightly gagging as his cock invaded my throat. I tried to take all of his cock inside till was I near panting in his crotch. I pulled off his cock and watched him masturbate with more vigor. My body was squirming and pushing into the futon. My cunt was jealous of my mouth and as I paid attention to his response to his own hand I knew he was about to come. I pushed my mouth back down on to his cock while his hand continued to play with his cock. His body tensed and he let out a groan as his seed spilled into my mouth. I moaned around his cock slurping and swallowing every bit. I kept his cock in my mouth till it slowly grew flaccid.

He sat there very lax.

“You look like you have done this before,” I smiled up at him.

“Hm? Yes.” He replied.

I sat up next to him and whispered in his ear, “Make me come before I leave.”

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“I want to fuck you so bad,” he said right into my ear. I let out a moan and twisted away.

“I want to come deep inside you,” he pushed into my ear from behind. My skin was crawling with bumps. I was trying to get away from his mouth and yet I was drawn to him.

His finger pushed my panties to the side and slipped inside. I pushed back against his insertion and wanted more of him. It was a trigger and his one finger was not enough.

“This is nothing. This is just to warm you up,” he whispered as I grabbed the black iron of his headboard.

I was already on my stomach pushing my ass in the air. I wanted his cock. I couldn’t wait anymore and neither could he.

I felt him push my thighs apart as he nestled into his spot. His cock aimed and pushed all the way in. I sighed as his full length pushed inside my cunt. Nothing quite beats that first instant of pain and pleasure of a big cock.

His hands gripped my hips as he felt this urgency to fuck me. The curve of his cock was rubbing my g-spot and I would feel the high of a climb. My body would shudder and I didn’t want to come so soon. I did my best to hold it back but sometimes my body deceives me. I came violently as my cunt pushed his cock completely out. My skin was wet and electric. He slowly pushed his cock back in and immediately I came again pushing him back out again. Again, he slowly pushed his cock back into my cunt and deep. Again, I came violently pushing his cock out. It didn’t matter if he pushed hard, fast or slow I came every time his cock filled my cunt.

Each orgasm felt more intense than the last till tears welled up in my eyes and I started to sob and moan. I felt crazy with emotions and didn’t know what was going on.

He finally gave up lying on his back on the bed. I put my head on his chest and watched his cock. I grabbed his hand and put it to his cock and watched him masturbate. His cock grew thick and hard again. I stared at him rub and stroke and every so often I would wrap my hand around the girth of his cock and squeeze. As I fondled his cock still watching intently my cunt would contract and I could feel wetness seeping to my thighs.

My head inched closer to his crotch and his hand continued to please himself making it harder and thicker. I licked the head of his cock as he grabbed the base of his shaft and I took his cock into my mouth and he let out a sigh. His hand started to move away from his cock and I grabbed his hand back and wrapped it around the base again. He started to aggressively jerk himself as I sucked and licked him. Groans started to escape his mouth as he kept pushing his cock into my mouth. His free hand tangled into my hair and moaned with a mouth full of cock.

“Fuck yes!” He blurted out as he came deep inside my mouth.

His hand fell away as his cock spurted into the back of my mouth as I swallowed every bit of his orgasm. I kept sucking and pushing the whole softening length into my mouth.

Slowly his cock shrank away from my mouth and I found myself resting back on his chest again.

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