My Favorite Morning

As I've told Him, I often awake empty. I mean empty in both the physical and emotional sense. It seems strange when I awake and He's not next to me. Even worse, I hate waking up without Him in me. I want each and every morning to awake with His cock in me. That's how I know I'm alive. That's how I know that He loves and desires me.

Emotionally: He can make me laugh more than anyone else. He makes me feel gorgeous and wanted. He loves me for my mind as much as He loves my body.

My favorite morning is awaking with Him in me and on me, kissing me. He then cooks, and I crawl and beg for Him. He feeds me from His fingers. The we go back to bed.

Tonight I miss Him.

I wonder how many times in a day I can come. Sometimes I want to push Him away. Still, I want to come at least 3 or 4 more times. The day/night is early, and I know I will be used. I know that I love it.

Cravings

Lately, I find that when I'm going about my day, I pay more attention to the people around me. I watch each and every one and remember that they are all sexual beings. Just about all of them are fucking. This is both amazing and disgusting to me. Like it or not, I have a type.

Still, as I watch them all, I walk a better walk, a stronger walk, one where I'm sure to move my hips more and arrange my ass for the best view when I know someone's watching me pass.

Sometimes I crave all the people I see. I want to tell them what I know. And what I know is that sex - raw, involved, filthy, make-me-beg sex - is amazing. It reminds me that I'm alive. It reminds me that I'm free.

I would love to walk up to a stranger and tell him that I am a possession. Once I explain what He does to me and for me, I can imagine the look on his face. I want that person to crave me, to wonder what I would do at his request.

So far, I've found nothing I won't do. Try me.

My introduction

Last night, He told me in detail of His plan to introduce me to His friends. He's told me before about His plans to show me off, and I have absolutely agreed to this. He's not told me a lot of particulars before.

While I don't know where He will take me, I do know that it will be outside His home. Before we leave His house, I have asked Him to take care of my hair and makeup. I want to be His vision of perfection before we go.

He first wants His friends to see me dressed, looking beautiful and calm and ready. I know this will not last. He loves me more when I am distressed and in tears. This makes me more appealing to Him.

He will undress me, slowly. He will show off His favorite parts of me. This will be the first time that He shows what on my body is the most attractive to Him. This will be a test for me. I can be shy, and it can be awkward to have strangers look at me while I'm being stripped and touched by Him. My response is to react to His hands on my body. I will not be restrained, but I know that I may not move without His guidance. Still, I will strain, dip, lean to keep His hands on me. I hope it will help me to not be embarrassed.

Once I am naked, He will lead me to my post. I do not know if it will be another St. Andrew's, or if He will just have a ceiling tether. It depends on how He wants His friends to use me. He will not lead me by the hand, or by a rope. He will lead me to my position by putting His fingers in my cunt and pulling me behind Him. I will follow, quickly, because I know the results if I move in such a way as to disturb His fingers.

Once I am attached to my place, I am to show His friends my body. They are allowed to touch me, slap me, examine me, toy with me.

Still, He tells me that I am His. His possession, His pet, His filthy whore. I am. I know that He will not allow His friends to hurt me. I know that He loves me. I trust Him. While I am being handled, I watch His eyes and see His pleasure at His friends enjoying my body.

This is all I know right now.

Guest Writer

A friend of mine wrote something to post here. I know He would love this scenario. He would love to add her to His collection. Maybe someday...

For your pleasure...

"I thought of her kissing me. I'm not a lesbian, but god, women are just such amazing kissers. And knowing that it's naughty is such a turn on. I think of her kissing me as she smiles wryly and starts playing with my tits.

I wanted to put on a show for him. He's never seen one, so this is something I need to give. I desperately want to show him what it's like to be with someone so sensual. So she makes me come just from kissing me and playing with my tits. And seeing me come is his ultimate turn on, so he slides his cock into me, feeling how wet she has made me so far. It's really hot, and it feels like his cock was made for me.

She keeps kissing me, and I guide her onto the couch so he can eat her while he fucks me. I help pull her panties down and touch her creamy white thighs. Her skin is like silk. And he keeps fucking me, and watching her get naked while he fucks me is almost too much to take. I play with her tits as he fucks me.

He flipped me over to fuck me from behind so he could eat her properly while still fucking me. I'm on my hands and knees, staring at the full length mirror in front of me. Her hips ride against his face as he sucks on her clit. I can feel I'm about to come, and I can hear that she is close. I want to wait for her. I bite into the pillow beneath my face to keep from coming without her.

I breath in sync with her, and soon we are both coming together. He finishes immediately after. I love the feel of his cum in me. It feels so hot, and I love knowing he was deep in me when he came."

A previous

I'm thinking of a previous favorite, and how inspiring he was.

Years ago, we were together for quite a while. I have a favorite memory of him and me...

I was at his apartment. His roommate had finally left, and I was so, so hot for him. He was trying to study. I didn't care. I wanted all of his attention.

I laid across his lap, opening my blouse with one hand while guiding his hand to my nipples with the other. This was a favorite game for me. I loved having his hands on my tits and his fingers toying with my nipples. I loved the sensation of being so caressed. It made me wet every time he would play with me.

He pushed me away, off his lap, off his couch, because he had to study. By then, I needed him so badly. I crawled over to the other side of his living room. I know he watched me crawl, because when I turned around and faced him, the book on his lap, the one that recently replaced me, was covering something.

I knew what he was hiding. I dipped my back down to raise my tits and my ass. I finished taking off my blouse. I slowly, oh, so slowly, crawled to him on my hands and knees. I started to climb up the end of the sofa where he was sitting. He pulled my wrists to him, pulled me on top of him. I rested just above him on my wrists. I pushed my tongue into his mouth as he tried to pull me completely onto him. I began to rub my still-covered cunt against his hard cock. Just a tease, a little dance on him, as I pulled away.

He threw me over, so I was under him. He yanked my pants down and shoved himself into me. It was so deep and sudden that I gasped as my cunt widened for him. He tried to withdraw. I knew that he wanted to tease me back. But my cunt was strong, and kept him in me. I was able to suck him in so deep in me.

He gave into me, and just fucked and fucked and fucked me again. Even when he came in me, he continued to fuck me until I threw my head back and begged him to stop.

He told me to be careful what I wished for.

Anticipation

He and I have exchanged emails all day. He's tired and frustrated, and in need of relief. He called me on His way home. He acted as if He just needed to talk. I know better. I can read His voice.

I promised Him that I will stay awake for Him, until He gets home. I told Him that I will find a way to entertain Him. He answered, "Dance, monkey, dance!" I told Him I would be the monkey.

I will give Him His relief. He will want to whip me and mark me. He will do this until I am crying and laughing at the same time. I so much love this about Him. He can figure me out so quickly. What I want tonight doesn't matter. He needs His satisfaction.

I love that He watches my face as He puts me through my paces. He does enjoy marking my body. I sometimes think that He chooses a pattern for my back and my ass and my thighs. He then will sometimes choose a different pattern for my tits and stomach and cunt.

Then, He will bend me down and enter me. Hard. No mercy. I don't need His mercy. I need His cock so deep into me that He hits my cervix again and again. He can get so far into me that it brings tears to my eyes.

He may change His mind and not use me tonight. But I really hope that He will. I need Him like I need air.