“Don’t you ever tell me you’re calling my bluff, sweetheart.”
Turns out he wasn’t bluffing.
I’d elaborate but I’m kind of dying of blushies.
bed
I miss going to bed beside Sir. I’m able to push my anxiety aside and fall asleep pretty quickly. When I’m alone, I lay awake turning over everything in my head – work, school, anything I could possibly worry about. When he’s here or I’m there, I’m out like a light.
I just texted him to say that I was snuggling with the stuffie he gave me and trying to sleep.
“He’s my deputy,” Sir replied.
It’s such a cute notion, I just had to share.
I miss the feeling of being all tangled up in a sea of legs.
Overwhelmed, Part Eight
So, I find spit-roasting to be a vile term, but…
The entire time, I had a little bit of trouble keeping my thoughts in any kind of working order. I felt more used (in a good way) than I ever have in a sexual situation. Sir would fuck me, the thrusts would push my face onto SG’s cock, and so on. I felt incredibly functional and reliant. I was straddling the line between being passive and active.
Because I had my work cut out for me. I was gagging on SG’s cock. I was busily thrusting back on Sir’s, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. And I thought that was the fullest and busiest and most overwhelmed I could get, until I heard the click of Sir opening the thing of lube.
“I’m gonna put a finger in her ass,” he told SG.
I looked up to see SG smirk. “Good. Fill ‘er up.”
I wriggled as I felt his finger push inside of me. My body felt so very used and so very available at the same time. SG grabbed up a fist of my hair and buried my face on his cock, making me gag until I had to pull back and gasp for air.
“What’d I tell you?” he asked, slapping my face. “What’d I tell you if you weren’t going to suck it? I want that mouth busy.”
“I was going to lick your balls, I swear!” My voice was unnecessarily and hilariously panicked. He and Sir started laughing.
“I was, I swear,” he repeated, imitating my voice to a mockingly saccharine level and making a pouty-face. “I swear.”
Sir and I had a wonderful visit.
But he’s left now.
And, well, sigh.
Current status.
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Just one more week.
Ten days!
Current status.
I may have mentioned on here that Sir and I like to do this thing most nights lately when we are together where he tucks me in. I’ll get into bed and he’ll pull the covers up to my chin. Then, I’ll usually demand a story but he’ll insist he doesn’t know any and he’ll kiss me on the forehead and go back into the other room. By the time he comes back to bed, I’m usually asleep. We both like that. It makes me feel safe, as silly as that may sound.
But when I see him in a few weeks, I think I might just be far too giddy to fall asleep the first time he tucks me in again.
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