Echoes of Desire (L)

The sixth night Brad had been away, and the ache for him was a persistent throb in my chest. His smile, his company, his energy, his touch – particularly the insistent pressure of his cock against my skin – were all desperately missed. Just a few nights prior, we’d face-timed, indulging in a mutual masturbation session via our phones. The shared intimacy, the glimpses of his hard cock against my own eager flesh, had only amplified my desire for his return. The thought of finally being reunited, of feeling his heat against me once more, was almost unbearable.

When my phone buzzed, shattering the melancholic silence, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. Brad had already sent a text, a blatant invitation to revisit our shared lust.

“Just wanted to thank you for giving me so many hot sex memories to fantasize about. I can’t wait to get alone with you and show you my appreciation by slowly and deliberately drinking you in through my mischievous hands and lustful gaze, drop feeding you dirty talk until the scent of your sweet nectar is filling the room. You want my manhood inside you and have it clasped firmly in your hands and you think about taking charge but I have already determined to make you ‘work’ for it so I direct you to take me in your mouth. You keep my hand at the base of my cock while you engulf the top. Your confidence and competence at playing the naughty fuck doll role is driving me wild as I perv on your lingerie clad bad girl body going to town on your man’s hardness…(give me a hint about how you’d like this to end and I’ll finish the story for you). xxx”

The brazenness of it all was intoxicating. Brad knew exactly how to ignite my passions, how to push my buttons and leave me breathless with anticipation. I couldn’t resist the urge to reply immediately, my fingers trembling as I typed out my response.

“A few minutes later, his reply…

“I place my hand on the side of your jaw guiding you to stand up and then walk towards the bathroom (with you in front of course so I can perv on my sex addiction). You are facing the mirror when I guide your right knee up onto the vanity to give me unhindered access to your honeypot. You’re expecting my cock but instead I press it against your hot skin while I insert a couple of fingers into your wetness. You let out a deep breath as I tell you what is about to happen while continuing to finger you. ‘Ooh yes, you are ready for your man’s cock aren’t you? I’m going to fuck you with abandon and then lash your sexed up pussy with my tongue’. I proceed to withdraw my fingers and glide my erection deep into your pussy. For the next few minutes I fuck you rough and hard in front of the mirror. Your orgasm is building as I flood you with ropes of warm cum. I stay in you playfully gyrating and still perving. I then lead you back into the bedroom, lie down and instruct you to sit on my face. Dizziness is running from your head down your body as you feel the warmth of my mouth on your sex garden. You immediately relax and allow my tongue and hands to transport you to paradise….as your arousal heightens you grind your pussy into my chin and mouth…everything wet, slippery and scandalously hot. I can taste ‘us’ and am feeding hungrily…you feel your orgasm building as you approach the edge…you tense while biting your lip and with a few more firm circular motions of my flattened tongue, you gush your sex, rewarding me as waves shudder through you and send sex tingles from your thoroughly fucked pussy all the way to the back of your neck and toes…. you sit back on my abs while squeezing my cock and moist skin then kiss me deeply. xxx’

Suffice to say that my fingers were gooey and slippery by the time I’d finished reading with my fire firmly started for when Brad actually got home. In these circumstances, I have Brad is often one to ‘word me up’ with a story like this with the intention of then reliving the story once we are reunited. I firmly hoped this was going to be the case with this one.

When Brad finally returned home, it was late, and the kids were already tucked into bed. I had made sure my sexbox was “ready” for my returning man, indulging in a long, luxurious shower to ensure every inch of my skin was clean and glistening. As soon as Brad had entered the door, the air crackled with unspoken desires. It wasn't uncommon for me to be already dressed in a provocative outfit, anticipating his arrival. Tonight, however, I had decided to let him take the lead, dressing me in a playful act of submission.

He took me into the bedroom, his eyes devouring every inch of my body as he proceeded to dress me in a pair of sheer black fishnets, a luxurious red corset that molded to my curves, a leather micro skirt that barely covered my backside, and his favorite stilettos with diamante ankle cuffs. The feeling of his hands, his touch, and his ardent compliments sent shivers down my spine. The exquisite contrast between the rough texture of the leather and the delicate lace of the fishnets heightened my senses, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful. As he finished dressing me, he pressed me against the wardrobe, kissing and groping me with unrestrained passion. His hands expertly navigated my body, exploring every curve and crevice with a possessive delight. I reveled in the intensity of his touch, surrendering to his dominance while simultaneously savoring the pleasure he brought. I loved how much he made me feel deeply desired from head to toe, body and mind, though I admit a large focus was on my body in this instance.

After a delicious period of heavy petting and raunchy kissing, Brad was eager to escalate the heat. He led me, his compliant fuck doll, to the bathroom, just as he had described in his text. As I stood facing the mirror, he guided my right knee up onto the vanity, giving him unhindered access to my honeypot. Anticipation throbbed through me as I waited for his arrival, bracing myself for the pleasure to come. He placed his hand on the side of my jaw, guiding me towards the bathroom and then into the mirror. The sight of myself, clad in his chosen lingerie, felt both empowering and vulnerable. I was a captive in his gaze, yet I welcomed the sensation. I was expecting his cock, but instead, he pressed it firmly against my hot skin while simultaneously inserting a couple of fingers into my wetness. I let out a deep breath as he began to tease me, his touch igniting a fire within me.

“Ooh yes, you are ready for your man’s cock aren’t you? I’m going to fuck you with abandon and then lash your sexed up pussy with my tongue.” His words hung in the air, a promise of unrestrained pleasure. He proceeded to withdraw his fingers and glide his erection deep into my pussy. For the next few minutes, we engaged in a frenzied act of passion, the mirror reflecting our intertwined bodies and the raw intensity of our desire. The scent of my sweet nectar filled the room, a testament to the pleasure we were experiencing. As I reached the peak of my orgasm, I playfully gyrated and continued to perve on his hardness, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our intertwined movements.

Brad, still captivated by my arousal, led me back into the bedroom and instructed me to sit on his face. Dizziness washed over me as I felt the warmth of his mouth on my sex garden. Without hesitation, I relaxed and allowed his tongue and hands to transport me to paradise. My arousal heightened, and as I approached the edge of climax, I instinctively grinded my pussy into his chin and mouth. Everything was wet, slippery, and scandalously hot. The taste of us mingled in the air, and I found myself feeding hungrily on his lustful gaze. I felt my orgasm building as he prepared to unleash his full potential, and as waves of pleasure and release surged through me, they sent sex tingles from my thoroughly fucked pussy all the way to the back of my neck and toes. We sat back on his abs while squeezing his cock and moist skin then kissed me deeply. The world narrowed to just the two of us, lost in the throes of our shared pleasure. As the final, explosive release ripped through me, I collapsed into his arms, breathless and utterly spent. The lingering heat of his body against mine was a potent reminder of the connection we shared, a connection forged in lust, desire, and shared pleasure.

As I exhaled, I felt a sense of complete surrender. Brad pulled me closer, gently rocking me back and forth as we clung to each other, lost in our mutual ecstasy. The memory of his text, the anticipation of this night, had been surpassed by the reality of our shared passion. In that moment, there was nothing more important than the feeling of his body pressed against mine, the taste of his desire on my lips, and the knowledge that we had once again found solace and pleasure in each other’s arms.

And as we continued to explore the depths of our intimacy, I knew that this night, like so many before it, would be etched forever in my memory, a testament to the enduring power of lust, desire, and the exquisite pleasure of being utterly consumed by another. A slow, languid smile spread across my lips as I gazed into the mirror, reflecting the passionate, sensual image of the woman I had become – a woman utterly devoted to the man who held her heart and body captive. The scent of my sweet nectar filled the room, a fragrant reminder of our shared pleasure and the intoxicating allure of our forbidden connection. As I drifted off to sleep, nestled against his warm chest, I knew that the world outside our bedroom walls could wait. For tonight, all that mattered was the exquisite pleasure of being lost in the arms of my lover, lost in the intoxicating heat of our shared desire.

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