Fantasies

[jeanne]

A fantasy from an email I sent to Him this morning.

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If we were together last night...first, we'd have attended the munch together. Where I would have teased you to my heart's content. I can see my hand under the table, caressing you. My voice in your ear, whispering how much I need to feel you in my mouth. My body beside yours - nipples hard, cunt wet, heart beating fast - ready for you in that very moment. And you'd know. You always know. The ride back home would be quiet, calm, each of us gathering ourselves for the evening, for the intensity to come.

And when we got home - you'd pounce. You'd stake your claim on me immediately. The moment we walked in the door, you'd tell me to undress. Now. My clothes would fall where I stand, until I was naked. Then, on my knees. Spread them, you'd say. Wider. Wider. And you'd smooth your hand down my back, over my hair, around my breasts....soothing me even while you stoke my need for you higher. And then, from you - "open your mouth, jeanne" and you'd slide your cock in deep, right away. And use my mouth (now yours) to get harder.

When you were satisfied - hard, pulsing, ready - you'd push me down to my hands and knees, and use a handful of hair to pull me into the bedroom. Get into position, you'd say. Yes, I'd answer. And I'd do it, while you found what you wanted. What you wanted to tease me with, what you wanted to challenge me with, what you wanted me to take for you. The clamps, the rope, the flogger...

First, the clamps - nipples and clit. You know how I struggle with the clamp on my clit, you know how I want to please you, you know it hurts. And then you'd order me into another position. Face down, ass up, hands between my legs grasping my ankles. Open your legs, jeanne, you'd say. Then the rope, binding my wrists to my ankles. And then, your flogger. Over and over on my ass, my back, my gaping pussy, oh so gently at first, then a bit harder, then more, and more, until you decide I've taken enough for you, until I'm wet and begging to cum.

Begging and pleading: please. Please let me cum. I beg of you, I need it, please.

And you say no. No, not until you're buried in my throbbing ass. Not until you decide, not until you're ready. By now I'm almost in tears as I say yes. Yes, fuck me. Yes, my ass is yours. Yes, please. Anything, just please let me cum. Please. As you force your cock in me, filling me, stretching me, taking me - you tell me: not yet, jeanne. Not yet. And when you're all the way, when you begin to fuck my ass, you reach around and tap the clamp on my clit and tell me "now". Now, jeanne. I know it hurts jeanne. I want you to cum anyway. Right now.

And I do. Crying and begging and thanking you, I cum. Again and again. While you pump in and out of me, in and out of my ass. Using what's yours. Using my body, my mind, pushing me into a place where the only thing that matters is you - pleasing you, feeling what you choose me to feel, giving everything you choose to take.

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Well. I enjoyed writing this. Soon, I'll enjoy living it.