Classturbation

And in the dark I think of making you watch me do this, my left hand on my clit and my right inside my wet pussy, your left hand tied to your right hand behind your back, your eyes wide as you watch me work, as you watch my tongue slither between my teeth, flick across my lips, my hand dart to my breasts and squeeze, my hand run over my torso as my back arches, your cock standing straight at the sight, your cock with its beads of excitement forming, dripping down your thick shaft, your eyes wider, my hand deeper, my eyes on you then closed, my eyes back in the back of my head wishing you were penetrating me but focusing on the game, your hands struggling but I look at you and shake my head, coming closer, sitting against your tense thigh, my cunt leaving wet memories on your skin, my cunt getting warmer as your cock pulses with agitation and delight and I lean back, giving you the full view of my open pussy, the full sound that leads up to my orgasm, my toes curling into the sheets and my lips pressed into each other, my fingers frantic on my clit, and after I come I don’t stop, because I know you wouldn’t stop if you were me, I know that was always your game, making me come and come until I begged just for your cock, first deep in the back of my throat and then trailing wet across my tits and down my body, pausing with the tip at the opening to my wetness, pausing and finally with one big gasp of anticipation entering me, and now it’s my turn to keep teasing, keep teasing you with your hands in the silk necktie that was around my neck when you came in, and one of my hands coaxing my slippery wetness into a second orgasm, my other hand running one little finger from the tip of your cock to the hair on your stomach, to the hard peaks of your nipples, up your neck and then into your mouth, you sucking on the taste of my cunt that’s still on my skin, you pleading with the sharp edges of your teeth to let you have your turn, you start to speak but I put my whole hand across your mouth, muffling the sound, because my sounds are better, a sound that starts deep in my throat and ends in gasping and a high note as I feel my whole body lift towards orgasm again, all on my own, and then with two sets of wet fingers I take up your cock, your desperate, throbbing cock, growing impossibly harder beneath my hands, impossibly harder in my mouth as I free up my hands to free up your hands, so you can grab me by the shoulders, your fingernails scratching my back as my tongue swirls around your slippery cock, until my game becomes your game, until you flip me quickly back, until I land against a pile of pillows and you land on top, your eyes frantic above me and your cock frantic above me, pressing into my hipbone, and now it’s you teasing me, paying me back for all the anticipation as you take one of my nipples in your mouth, sucking as your hand squeezes, as your cock makes my skin wet, all of your skin against all of my skin and your tongue in my mouth, biting my bottom lip, and all of a sudden plunging inside me, my warm pussy welcoming you, the two of us squirming with pent-up passion, wriggling in a tangle of sweaty taut limbs, your cock farther inside me than my fingers could ever dream of going, your thumb making smooth circles on my clit that I couldn’t have made myself because, oh, you were always better at this game than me.

More than anything, I want to spend another night with you. I can almost feel you next to me even when I’m lying alone, that’s how much I miss it. Hell, it’s the only way I can fall asleep some nights. It happened so much that’s it’s become a permanent part of me, and I can still feel it the way I can feel the ocean pulling on me hours after I’ve left.

I miss feeling you next to me, nude body along nude body. I miss your kisses, I miss your squeezes. I long for your most intimate touch and the alternating glints of mischief and affection in your eyes that coincided. I miss being inside you, of course, like those times when being inside you spiritually was more apparent in our minds than whatever our bodies were doing, wherever they were. I loved catching the pleasure in your body make itself known in your face, down into your eyes, where it mingled with that perfect loving pleasure so that was all I could see in you, pleasure.

And just as much, I miss the other side of it all, the side where we (you’ll pardon my audacity) just fucked - where we forgot where we were, how long we had been, that we were two people with scars and insecurities and even a little ugliness; we forgot our own volume and our own names and exactly what the dictionaries said the difference was between “you” and “I”.

Okay, so there’s nothing I don’t miss. I don’t really guess I can miss any one thing about you without longing for the rest too. I suppose I could, should apologize for saying this, but hey, it just feels right, you know?

Most people wouldn’t notice such details if they walked in my bedroom.

(The tousled sheets, where we tangled our limbs in joyous abandon. The stacked pillows that propped me up so you could pleasure me in new and wonderful ways. The folded pillowcase that had covered your eyes as you tried to guess where my tongue would go next. A scarf, draped around one bedpost as if it were only decoration and not to secure an eager wrist. The bed, the place where we found infinite pleasure in each other’s bodies.)

But to me, these are the marks on the place where lovers shared their love.

I want you to tie my hands together and then throw me down on the pillows face down. Then you’d tie my legs up, but make sure you still had access. Then you’d lick me, make me wait, run your fingers along my now dripping cunt. Then finally, by surprise, you’d thrust your hard cock inside of me and I’d moan, glad to have you. Next would come your fingers, coupled with your dick sliding in and out of me, your fingers teasing my ass and making me feel your cock even better. Then finally you’d come, your cum dripping all over my back and my ass. Then you’d turn me over and do it again.

I feel sexy today.

I felt like sending you a picture of my smooth wet pussy while you were in class. I felt like thrusting fingers into myself while I took a steamy shower this morning. I felt like wearing a black thong under my jeans. I felt like holding my breasts in the mirror, full and bouncy. 

Later, I will feel like dropping to my knees in front of you on the floor and sucking you until you can’t stand it anymore. I will feel like having you bend me over a stack of pillows and licking my cunt and my ass until I have to bite the mattress to keep from screaming. I will feel like tying you up so that all you can do is watch as I hover above you with my wet entrance just centimeters from your throbbing cock, until I finally lower myself to feel you plunge inside of me and make me moan. I will feel like sucking on your balls and swirling my tongue around your nipples. I will feel like fucking you in just the right way so that my clit rubs against the hard base of your cock every time you thrust fully inside of me, until we orgasm in panting unity.

I will feel like fucking you until neither of us can move, neither of us can think of any reason to get out of the bed, neither of us can do anything but hold the other’s naked body with satisfaction.

Tomorrow, I will feel like doing it again.

I don’t like it when you’re gone. To have to and to listen to you, laughing with you, and then to lose that in an instant - it creates a vacuum, not to be filled until that happy opposite instant when we’re reunited. I miss you fully, mind and body, and the memories of you that dance through my mind can only give a measure of relief to one.

Inevitably, my mind turns to memories of weeks past. In my mind’s eye, I see you nude and smiling; when my eyes shut, I can almost feel the sensations of teeth on skin, hardness on wetness, flesh on flesh. It’s not long before my mental machinations begin to affect my physiology. The first thing I notice is the quickening of my pulse and breath as the arousal of my mind begins to arouse my body. My cock stirs; my fantasies have taken on new life. Soon I’m as hard as I am in my memories, as hard as you like me to be before taking me in your mouth.

Almost unconsciously, my hand drifts down to my cock. Beads of pre-cum have already welled up from the head. I make a fist around the base and slowly roll it up my shaft, squeezing out the last drops of my natural lubrication. I sigh gently as I stroke myself, partly from physical pleasure and partly from delight at the images of you in my mind. I am as hard and as wet as usually only you can make me. I increase my speed, delighting in the familiar jolt of pleasure each time my hand passes the head. My eyes instinctively clench shut, and visions of you burst into my mind. I see you bouncing up and down on top of me, I hear your moans as I pleasure you with my tongue, I feel you tighten around me as we share an orgasm. My hand glides along my length with increasing speed, and what were formerly waves of subtle pleasure evolve into bursts of ecstatic sensation. I silently beg for my touch to be replaced with yours. My orgasm begins to well up inside of me; I can’t stop it, I don’t want to. At last, I reach the point of bliss. I try to stifle a gasp as my cum explodes from the tip. My cock spasms uncontrollably as I come, and I continue my soft moans, shocked at the intensity of my orgasm.

My cum pools around my hand, but I pause for a minute to think about you. I think about the smile that would be on your face if you were here right now, the smile you always wear when you see the man you love in a state of such pleasure. I wish I could see that smile, but I’ll have to wait. Until then, I’ll use my desire as motivation. And when I see you again soon, I’ll make you feel better than you could imagine.

I had been there many times before. Your bed had become comfortable by experience; the sensation of your skin against mine familiar by the repetition of love. All that was different this time was the soft mound of colorful fabric on your nightstand. I know what they were for, and the thoughts of previous encounters flashed through my mind. Memories of power, helplessness, control, eroticism filled my mind. I felt my pulse quicken, my cock harden. My excitement was unquestionable, but still I wondered: were the bonds for you, or for me?

As soon as I had the thought, I found myself under you. Your assertiveness gave a silent answer to my silent question. Your lips met mind with particular intensity, and uncontrollable lust made us grind our hips together rhythmically. Your sexuality, pure and dominant, was powerfully exciting. My arousal swelled as I saw you reach into the pile of fabric and pull out a bright, flowing scarf.

There were five of them. The first went around my wrist, and fastened me to one post of your four-corner bed.

Four left. Another around my wrist, and now my entire upper body was restricted by your bonds.

Three left. You grabbed two. After a mischievous grin, and playfully running your tongue over my dick, you moved down to my legs. A scarf was tied to each ankle; each scarf was fashioned to your bed. I was immobile. I was exposed, I was your naked, hungry X beneath you.

One left. You climbed back up my body, teasing me with bites and licks and soft squeezes. A quick kiss on my lips, arm your arm snaked over to the nightstand once again. The last scarf you folded over once and draped it over my eyes. I lifted my head slightly to allow you to fasten it in the back. I was blind. I felt your hands lift my hips, and a pillow slip under me. Your body again slid over mine, and your kiss descended upon my smile.

Your lips continued to travel down, trapping my skin between them in kisses or sharp bites. The sting of each bite was quickly followed by your tongue tracking its warm wetness over the spot. You explored my body for minutes, eliciting a series of soft moans. Then you stopped, and for a second I couldn’t feel anything at all. All of a sudden I felt my cock become enveloped in your hot mouth, with your tongue swirling around my length. I gasped at the intensity. You had taken away one sense with your blindfold, but the pleasure you were giving me with your mouth was enhanced by my deprivation. I was utterly focused on the sensations coming from your touch. You increased your efforts and all else drifted away. My world became pleasure. You sensed my arousal, and my ragged breath became punctuated with louder groans as your tongue slipped from my cock to be replaced by my balls. You licked, lightly sucked while continuing to stroke me above. I again felt your mouth leave me, and in that instant I marveled at how anticipation could build so quickly in your absence. It was only a second before I felt you again, your tongue on my ass, licking, swirling, prodding. Another pause. I suddenly let out a full moan as I feel your mouth again encompass my cock while your finger slid slowly into my ass. My moans were growing louder, sharing the rhythm of your mouth and hand. I was in bliss; each second you spent pleasuring me was better than any ordinary orgasm. The speed of your mouth and hand on my cock sped up, and my frenzy deepened. The sensations of pleasure radiated into my entire body, and every nerve was electric. I barely noticed when your finger was joined by another. I lay there helpless, letting you explore my body, glowing with the continually cresting waves of pleasure.

Suddenly, you began to slow down. You slid out of me and, with a final suck, took your mouth away from my cock. I was out of my mind, still high on the incredible and prolonged feelings you had been giving me. My quick breaths harmonized with the creaking of your bedposts as I strained against my bonds, desperate for some contact with you, for your taste in my mouth. I felt your weight distribute evenly on either side of me. You straddled me and once again kissed me gently on the lips. I felt your hand slid down to my cock, to position it upright and against your entrance. You sank down onto my lap without the least resistance, and we both remained there for a moment, sharing a sigh, reveling in the sensation of being united at last. I was in a state of bliss unlike anything you had given me earlier. I throbbed uncontrollably inside of you, and you responded by tightening around me. I had been at the heights of pleasure for a long time, and I knew I wasn’t far from the peak.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I said, addressing you without seeing you.

“That’s okay,” you replied. I could hear the smile in your voice.

We fucked. I was still bound wide-open; my pleasure had nowhere to retreat into my body. Each time I felt you sliding up and down my cock, I was fulling enveloped in shaking full-body pleasure. You sped up and slowed down, you rotated your hips, you took me in short, quick bursts and long, rhythmic thrusts. You gripped my side in ecstasy, and I felt a wetness coating your hand. I realized that you had been touching yourself the entire time you had been pleasuring me. We fucked for a few minutes, my pleasure mounting by the second and constantly convincing me that I had reached the apex, that nothing could feel better. Soon it was true. I felt a vibration inside of me, my muscles tensed, I tightened for a final time. 

“God, you’re going to make me come,” I gasped.

“Do it.”

You didn’t move off me as I came. When my orgasm began you kept thrusting, continuing to give me ultimate pleasure as I came inside of you. Then you pressed your hips tightly against mine, rotating slightly as my cock throbbed over and over. My orgasm lasted for ages, magnifying each gentle touch inside of you. Even after my orgasm, I remained inside of you. You bent over once more to kiss me, and it contained all of the tenderness and trust we share. You at last removed my blindfold and moved to untie me from the bed. As soon as I saw you - my cum flowing down your ass and leg, lightly shining with sweat, hair mussed, happy - I smiled, and looked at you. The smile didn’t go away for hours; the look in my eyes never will.

It was night, and it was your turn.

I ran my hand up your bare leg until it landed on your cock, which was throbbing and harder than usual. You sighed the moment I touched you, and your breath continued to quicken as my tongue floated down your chest, around your nipples, to your stomach, and finally to your dick. My lips encircled you, your vastness filled my mouth and I felt your tip slide across the back of my throat. Your sounds of pleasure continued and encouraged me. I paused and met your eyes to smile, my hand still firm on your shaft. Your eyes begged me to continue, and again I plunged your cock into my mouth. I gave you everything I had - my mouth sucking on your balls, my tongue toying with the base of your cock and then sliding down to tease your ass, as your dick still filled my hands and your moans were louder than ever.

Time had stopped - I brought you to the brink but wouldn’t let you come just yet, determined to give you as much pleasure as you could bear. I would move my  mouth away from your shaft to bite your stomach gently, to kiss you and lick your face, to run my tongue along your ear so you could hear the excitement on my breath.

I finally decided to let you orgasm, to let you hit the peak of it all. You told me you were close and I took my cue - sucking you harder than before, sliding one small finger inside your ass and feeling the stream of your cum fill my mouth. Your muscles relaxed as I swallowed your seed, your face full of a distinct happiness, a smile growing on my lips.