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3/4/2015 7:50:42 AM

Saturday Night Sunday Morning ? It?s raining outside and I curse it for keeping me awake, a lie to myself as I know I never really sleep when you are out. I reach to turn on the light beside the bed and am reminded of the lock you have on me as it rubs my upper thigh. The clock tells me it?s coming upto 2:30 in the morning. I roll onto my back wondering if you are asleep in the bed you have chosen for the evening, asleep in the arms of another. Or perhaps not asleep, in which case you will be ???.. occupied. I try to put those thoughts out of my mind, and fail. Thoughts of you crowd my mind whenever you are from me, thoughts of the curve of your thigh, the look in your in your eye, the taste of you, the way your waist tapers just above your hips, god that makes you so fuckable. It?s coming up to three in the morning now and I have convinced myself that you are asleep after your exertions. Your exertions??.. I can?t stop thinking of what you could be doing with whoever he is, in my mind?s eye I see you on all fours with your back arched receiving him your face wracked with the pure pleasure of it, I have seen that look when you are approaching the peak of your orgasm. It?s an addictive sight and a special reward for the man who gives it to you. I decide to get up and get myself something, descending to the kitchen in a bath robe. With each step I take on the stairs I feel the weight of your restraining lock on me. It?s been ten days now and I have never felt so ripe, kept swollen and aching for you right down to the root of me. In the kitchen I can see the dark rain running down the window panes as I make myself a cup of tea, coffee would be such a bad move right now. I sit on a kitchen stool looking at a picture of you laughing and smiling with friends, the image captured is a night out and you are looking so elegant, so beautiful so enticing. As I sip my tea I find myself gazing at your smile, you have such beautiful lips. My eyes follow their curve to the corners of your mouth. I feel myself absorbed in your every detail. I love kissing you, feeling you on my lips, your wet tongue penetrating my mouth. One of those intimacy fixes that I crave so desperately. I can?t keep at bay the thought of how those lips have been occupied this evening. I finish my tea and wash out the cup placing it on the drainer. The rain seems to be subsiding, with daylight but a short time away I turn out the light and return to bed. It?s nearly four in the morning and I find myself curled up around a pillow, every now and then rocking my hips into it, but it just makes me ache more. As I close my eyes I feel so desperate for you to return to me. The first few hours of dawn have past before the sun has risen to the point where it shines through the window and wakes me. It?s bright and shiny and fresh, the only signs of the nights rain is the dark wet dampness of the soil. I look at the clock it?s nearly nine thirty, so I rise with a degree of haste to wash, shave and brush my teeth. Before donning my bathrobe again and descending once more into the kitchen. As I am buttering my toast I hear you come through the door and my heart skips a beat. It?s that cusp of turmoil with thoughts of how you have spent your evening competing with the joy of your return to me. I hear your heels clicking towards the kitchen as I turn towards the door, seeing you framed in the doorway, hair loosely brushed, braless under your blouse, a flush of red to your cheeks and a coy smile adorning your lips. You walk upto me placing a hand behind my neck a fingertip or two running back and forth over that spot that you know makes my knees buckle. You hold my gaze for what feels like an eternity looking into my soul through my eyes. I can?t help but lower my gaze and look at your lips before you kiss me. Its deep, passionate, consuming and ???.. musky. Your other hand slips into my bathrobe as your fingers fondle the lock you have placed on me. I can?t help but give out a small gasp. As you break away from me. ?Make me a cuppa darling will you? you say as you turn to walk into the living room. I watch you from behind as you walk back through the doorway once again framed, your perfect silhouette accentuated in heels, hold up stockings and a short skirt. Minutes later I follow you into the living room with a tray laden with cups and pots and hot toast, you are sat on the sofa with your phone texting someone. As I place the tray on the coffee table you lower your phone, reach forward and take me by the arm. You are smiling and bring me towards you pulling down my arm indicating that you want me to take my position kneeling before you. My body slips into compliance as I kneel looking up at you. You start to stroke my face and I feel my head tilting to feel your full caress. ?Mmm nice shave? you say as you grip my chin with your fingers tilting my head up as you lean forward and kiss me once again a slow roving kiss with your tongue exploring my mouth as your hand slips behind my head. Your lips slip away from mine ?mmm you taste minty fresh? you say. I am just gazing up at you lost in your eyes. You lean forward and whisper into my ear ?he dropped me off at the door darling, he found our place very easily? before returning to kiss me with passion and purpose. You disengage and then whisper in my other ear. ?I sucked him off in the car before he left?. The deep pang that it creates in me is merged with my overwhelming desire for you and I feel lost, not knowing which way to turn. You start to stroke and caress my face and head, a simple caress never felt so good. I feel your thumb rub gently my lower lip. I look up as a finger enters my mouth and I suck it adoringly as you tell me about how you enjoyed your meal at the restaurant you went to and how we should try it sometime. Then you pull your finger back before you draw up your knees and reach for your cup, ?don?t want this to get cold? you say. By raising your knees you skirt is parted and I can see you are no longer wearing any panties, ?so how was your evening? you ask as you sip from your cup. I just can?t find the words the sight framed by your raised skirt, making all my neurones fire at once. ?hm not much? I say ?I watched a movie and went to bed early? words stumbling from my mouth. You can see where my eyes are fixed and your lips curl into a very particular smile. ?You like that don?t you? I look up quickly as though caught doing something I shouldn?t ?sorry darling, I, I couldn?t help it?. ?That?s ok cucky I know how hungry you can get for my taste, I can see into you much deeper than you can see yourself? My eyes drop again avoiding your gaze, ?cucky? when you say it in such an endearing way I feel emasculated by stealth. You lean forward and place your cup on the table before putting your hand once again behind my head, lowering your legs and parting them, widely. In a single movement you lean back fully into the sofa your hand pulling me between your extending thighs. ?Lick me gently? And I do, head down, slow broad licks with the tip of my tongue foraging into you, as you start to tell me of your exploits while your fingers spread across the back of my head. You recount in detail how he fucked you and what you did for him only interrupted for brief moans as my tongue grazes your clitoris. I can feel your arousal on my lips as I swallow back the taste of ?him?. Eventually you take my hands in yours and pull me up my face slick with you and your evening, I realise you have unbuttoned your blouse as you have been talking, breasts exposed you look so beautiful. I find myself standing in front of you as you part my robe to cup my testicles and restrained cock in your hand, a finger lightly rubbing the erogenous stretch of skin between my testicles and anus. I feel the deep blue balled ache set in as my knees tremble slightly and my eyes close lost in your exploring fingers. I hear the slightest clink, you have brought forward the key, I look down to see you release me. Placing the bits and pieces of my restraint on a side table next to you, you lean back and place a big sofa cushion onto your lap. ?Lie next to me? you say as you stroke me to semi hardness without a second thought. I lay my head on the cushion on your lap, your hand loosely lying on my crotch. The cushion has raised my head to the same height as your breast and I can feel your nipple close to the corner of my mouth as you start you wrap your fingers around my liberated cock. I turn and suck your nipple into my mouth as your hand slowly gives me a short rub of encouragement. ?Good boy? you say in a voice that takes me to an almost dreamlike state. Your other hand strokes my forehead as I pump your hardened nipple between my lips. ?Such a good boy?. My eyes close as you bring me to that point where I lie one more stroke before spurting. You stop and lean forward and whisper?.. ?It?s someone you know cucky?.