No, I really am incorrigible

I’m feeling pretty mischievous right now, and I know you’d appreciate the naughty grin on my face. I’m lying here in my bed alone, but it’s only been a few hours since you were here beside me, and it’s easy to conjure up those memories, to lay back and immerse myself in thoughts of you, of us together. As my brain spins back through our times together, it’s inevitable that my hands start to wander, slowly down over my breasts, over my stomach and towards my cunt. I consider reaching over to my drawer to get the lube out, the lube that you’ve used on me before to get my arse slippery for your fingers, your tongue and your cock, but I decide I don’t need it, can already feel myself getting moist and instead tentatively, lightly use my fingers to brush my slit. I circle my clit, then probe further, testing how wet I am already, imagining your intake of breath if it had been your fingers there instead of mine.

I bite my lip, my mind drifting back to the first time I took your hard cock into my mouth, A few years ago now, but still a fresh memory, one I have used many times after the event to turn myself on. Things between us were still quite new, still unsure, and I had not been so confident then, inhibited by your reputation for adventurism. I’d been happy to be led along so far, but my natural need to occasionally take control, to be assertive, to shock and surprise was starting to surface again. So far we’d been spending hours kissing and stroking and touching, both of us getting hot and steamed up, but I’d decided I was ready for more. By luck I was able to arrange an evening in my parent’s empty house, and we were soon fooling around, getting turned on, turning each other on. I remember the anticipation, of taking things one step further than we ever had before, of getting you to help me pull your trousers down. You told me “That’s not fair” and I remember saying “no, THIS is not fair” as I moved my head down and took you into my mouth. I wondered if you could feel me smiling as I heard you gasp and say “oh fuck” in a tone of voice I had never heard before, but then I bent my head in the gloom, and concentrated on licking and nibbling and swirling my tongue, rubbing my hands up and down in time to my moving lips and tongue. I guessed the shock of the situation would add to the excitement, and I was right, as I heard you say my name, voice thick with lust, and you came in my mouth, as I sucked and swallowed every drop. I remember the dazed look on your face, hearing your ragged breathing, waiting for you to relax as the sensations left you, trying to comprehend what had happened, how I had upped the ante and surprised you by taking control. For years afterwards I could replay that time and instantly get aroused, and feel the butterflies of lust in my stomach.

Lying here now, I can feel how wet and swollen my cunt is, and I use my fingers to explore and tease, touching lightly, then firmer around my clit. I dip my fingers in, and smile as I bring them, slick, to my mouth to taste my own juices, reminded of how much that turns you on. I am so turned on, but I don’t want to come yet, so I slow down the strokes, make them more general, prolonging the sensations, my mind filled with the last few times I have had you in my mouth. I twinge and feel my cunt contract around my fingers as the memories of those 2 occasions play and intertwine…

I always tease that you are such a sensation junkie, and how easy it is for me to turn you on. It took me a long while to realise that privilege was specific to me, that you are not like that with everyone, that we have something really quite special. I’ve always known your predilection for anal, and that suits me just fine, as I’ve grown in confidence with you and we’ve shared some very special intense times. But it always seemed to me that it was only fair to return the favour, and this time, as you are lying on my bed, I get you to roll over onto your front and start to work on your back. By now I know your vulnerable spots, how to turn you on by a stroke, a touch, a nibble, a bite. I have the confidence to tease and touch, moving up and down your spine, using my hands, my lips, my teeth and letting my breasts brush over you. I can feel you groan and growl, instinctively moving when I get to a sensitive area, revelling in the sensations. And so I move lower, and start nibbling your bum. Teasing, stroking, wondering if you know what I have planned. I use my tongue to lick along your crack, then part your cheeks to give me access to your sensitive arse. The first time my tongue touches you I hear that groan, and I know that you are going to enjoy this as much as me. It instantly makes me wet, makes me want you feel you thrusting inside me, but I push those thoughts from my head as I continue to swirl my naughty tongue, trying to give you as much pleasure as you give me when the roles are reversed. I lick and whirl, poking my tongue into your puckered hole, then start to use my finger to increase the sensations. By now you have raised your self up, so I can use my hand to grab your rigid cock, feeling how turned on you are. Tentatively I push my finger in, feeling you move to meet me. I am not used to doing this, always having been on the receiving end before, and I worry that I’ll get it wrong. But your body language and wimpers tell me all I need to know, and I use the lube you have passed me, and enter you arse. After a few minutes you turn over, and I greedily gobble you into my mouth, shocked at how much I want to do that, and my finger resumes its play. I can feel you looking at me, and I know the sight of me working on you turns me on. You hold back my hair so I can gaze up at you, make eye contact, and smirk confidently. I try and set a rhythm, sliding my finger into your bum, licking and sucking, and I can tell your orgasm is building. You are too far gone to tease any more, and you come harder than I’ve ever seen you come before.

Back in the real world I can feel my own orgasm building. I wish you were here with me, spooned behind, holding me tight, fucking my arse strong and hard. My cunt is slick, my fingers moving fast, and as I rub my clit I frantically come, the sensations flooding me, leaving me shaking and breathless and grinning.I feel very naughty, but I’ve always done that, used my time with you, real or imagined, for scenarios to make me come. We’ve just been adding more material to get both of us hot and turned on…