Don’t give me that look. You know exactly what you were doing when you brought that polaroid along to our last fuck before you left for Brazil.
Clever. So clever to leave a piece of you for me to savour. To remember…
That was one hell of a night. I think of it every time my fingers flit over the images lying on the nightstand. I left them out for Betty to see, no doubt I’ll be the talk of the housekeepers’ week but I don’t care. Everyone’s a slutty voyeur inside, and I want everyone to see how fucking sexy you are, how insatiable you are.
I want everyone to see my wank bank of images.
The photos even smell of you—the scent of your delicious cunt lingers as it used to on my face after I’d licked you out. My pussy licking leaving you sweating and begging for more. Such a horny wet cunt. I have to adjust my boxers—my cock begins to strain and bulge as I flick through my treasures. I part my thighs to allow space for my balls to swell and cock to grow. I’ve set the camera to the correct angle.
Maybe I’ll lay out the photographs just in shot so everyone can see it’s you I’m thinking of. You—the dirtiest sluttiest bitch of them all. You who I eat and fuck and you consume me. You’re all I think of and it aches in my belly and balls, as I jerk off. I give them another squeeze, teasing the way you do. That same night when you’d tied my hands behind me, believing you’d tethered me securely, but one twist of my wrist and I was free. I held myself in place pretending while you flicked the tip of your tongue along my frenulum, thinking you had me trapped. It was good to allow you that power, for a little while.
Ah, when I think of my fingers threading through your hair to pull your mouth harder onto my cock, a surge of pleasure runs from back of the neck to my groin and I shift again, my eyes darting to the camera, knowing it will make you wet to know I’m thinking of these things.
Tugging you on to me, fucking your face, or are you fucking me? You pull back dragging your teeth along my rigid dick just enough to make me suck air through my gums, trembling in case you take a bite. You encircle my cockhead with your lips just so you can jerk your mouth off with a pop and a smile. You wipe your face on the back of your hand and raise one eyebrow as your gaze flits down to my cock and my eyes follow. It is red and swollen, like a desperate angry thing,...
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Holy shit. This put me over the edge.