Homework from Ruined

So, this is the result of the homeowrk assigned during the Ruined story.  As a reminder, I was asked to write about what happened that day and read it during the flight the next morning.  Jay didn't ask me to write up how the flight went, but I know him well enough that I decided to write it up anyway...

Almost 8 hours of torture. I waited a while to start reading simply because I had already read Ruined a few times since writing it. A couple of hours in, we had some pretty bad turbulence and the shaking caused my ass to ache, which just served to make me wet. I tried to sit still through it, but not only was my ass crying out, I realized that there was a very large bruise across my lower back. I'm quite certain that this is where you gripped me, digging your thumbs in as you were pulling me closer to you. By the time the turbulence stopped, I was filled with the need to be touched. I thought about visiting the restroom, but they were all occupied with people waiting. I just sat and plugged earphones in so I could listen to the movie playing until I calmed down. Later, I decided to read the story and the others since I had time to kill. They all get me going every time, but I'll admit that this last one has the biggest impact on me. Maybe because there are so many firsts. Again, I force myself to sit with my frustration. Pretended to read a book. Wanting to read, but not be able to get passed the page. Hours passed while I tried to quiet my thoughts. I turned on my phone to possibly listen to a book while I tried to nap. Unfortunately, I had cleaned up my audible account and the only book currently downloaded and ready to go was Diary of a Submissive. I read it years ago, but thought it might be nice to re-read (or listen) since my horizons had opened a bit since then. Not helpful at all. Some of the early scenes are too much like our encounters and I just found myself wet and aching again. To be honest, I don't remember much of what was being said during the chapters since I was still very distracted. The landing was about as helpful as the turbulence, as far as making sure I stayed wet for almost the whole fucking flight. The seam of my jeans pushing hard against my clit and my bruised body sending not so subtle reminders of yesterday. As we pull into the gate, I know that I'll be thinking about when I can get a minute of privacy to touch myself for the rest of the night.


Wondering about the other homework??  Yes, I bought a toy to play with.  I bought one called Lust. 

Lunch Tease

This dream came a couple of weeks after the encounter in my last post.  I feel like I'm always waiting, and you are always keeping me needy through our texts between visits.  All of that build up and constant teasing led to this dream...

You texted me first thing in the morning with a Let's have lunch.  Come over at noon.  I was already excited.  The text hadn't woken me, since I was up early thinking about not thinking about you.  It had been a couple of weeks since I saw you and had resigned myself to stop hoping you would be free.  I can feel myself getting wet already and I slip a finger down to feel. For a brief moment, I think about continuing, but decide that I have a lot to do.  I jump in the shower and make sure that everything is perfectly smooth, soft and ready to be touched.  I rub lotions and oils in to keep everything supple and can feel that I am wet again already.  I decide to stay completely nude as I do my makeup and hair so that I am not soaking through my underwear already.  My husband walks by and raises an eyebrow, but doesn't ask what I have planned today.  I smile slyly and say nothing myself.  I select my underwear with care, not that you care.  It's for me.  The matching bra and underwear are cool against my skin and hold me tightly, binding me.  I picked a lace set to hide just how wet I am thinking about seeing you.  It's warm out so I pick a dress. The dress is lusty and definitely not lunch appropriate.

The dream jumps and I am pulling up to your house.  I can hear Take me to Church playing on my stereo as I take second to put your red lipstick on.  As I step out of my car, I can feel how slippery wet I am already and can't wait for you to touch me.  You greet me at the door and your hazel eyes burn into me, I have to look away.  You pull me close, pick me up and pin me against the door.  You kiss me hard and deep and push me harder against the door.  I can feel the molding sweetly digging into my back.  You slide your hand to my legs, currently wrapped around you, and guide them down so that I am standing again.  I hear you breathe into my ear asking if you can check.  I barely get out a please before you are already plunging into me and I feel you grin with satisfaction and you let out a whispered good girl.  And then you let go.  You turn and I am left panting and wondering what you are doing.  You turn back to me and ask me if I'm coming.  We are still going to lunch?!?  Ugh. 

I don't remember a drive or even getting in your car.  We are at sitting in the restaurant and are ordering food.  I'm trying to take you in and not get overwhelmed with need.  You, of course, are staring.  You do this when you know I am avoiding your gaze.  The waiter is gone and we are by ourselves.  And then you start in.  This is not going to be a typical lunch where we talk about mundane things.  You are telling me about the things that you want to do to me when we get home.  Telling me about how much you want to taste my pussy, pin me down and finger fuck me until I explode, fucking and stretching out all of my holes, etc.  I have heard all of it before and experienced most of them, but I can't help but to turn red with desire.  I'm not embarrassed, but I do feel very naughty.  The waiter keeps coming by and I'm still very needy from a little earlier.  I'm silently thanking God that I just ordered some soup because I'm not going to last very long.  It's always torture having lunch with you, having to set across from you and wanting to touch you in public.  This is so much worse.  I feel like I'm being water boarded and cannot breathe.  Pounding me with more and more dreamy thoughts, never giving me a moments rest.  You did not order something light and are taking your sweet time eating while asking me questions about what you are saying and if I want that too.  Deep inside of me, I am throbbing. I am done with my soup, sitting quietly trying to keep my breathing under control and I reply with, "no, I don't want it, I need it."  At this point, I am afraid that there is going to be a huge wet spot when I do get up. 

The next thing I know is we are in your car.  Your hand is innocently in my lap and you are sort of singing along with the radio.  I feel your hand slip under my dress and caress my upper thigh and you can feel just how wet I am as it has escaped the confines of my panties long ago.  You are smiling now, but still singing. I cannot hear what you are signing as I can only feel at this point, concentrating on your hand.  I am willing you to move farther up, but you don't.  Still teasing me.  I am watching you.  You, for a change, haven't looked at me once since we got in the car.  My hand is on yours tugging for it to move closer, but you are being stubborn.  You won't touch me, so I decide to touch you and reach over with my free hand and place it on your cock.  I feel you adjust a little, but you give nothing else up.  You don't stop singing, you don't move your hand. Nothing. So I apply a bit of pressure and do what you won't, gently rubbing.  I do this as until we pull into your garage.  You calmly get out of the car and walk to the house.  You hold the door open for me as I walk in and as you let the door go, you wrap your arms around me and pull me in.  Then you kiss me deeply. 

That was it.  I never got to go back in the bedroom.  Needless to say I was ready to go when I woke up this morning.

Airport Drop Off

This was the first dream I ever wrote up for Jay, but not my first homework.  I'm skipping to this today because he is leaving town and as much as I want to drop him off this morning, I can't. 

So in my dream… it had been several weeks since I last saw you and you were leaving again, so we had arranged for me to take you to the airport. I woke up in need, fucking wet and practically panting from the anticipation of getting to see you, even if it would be short lived. It was warm out so I picked out a dress to wear and decided that I would make this as hard for you as it would be for me, so no underwear. I jumped in the car raced over as carefully as I could with my mind already occupied with what could be.

I pulled up to your house, got out of my car and waited for you to come out.  Just seeing you again in person was intoxicating enough and as I took a moment to breathe you in, I could already feel this was going to be much harder for me than I thought. You climbed in the car and as I climbed in I made sure to hike my dress up just far enough that it was clear that I wasn't wearing anything else. You asked and I smiled naughtily and confirmed that I was bare. Your look became heated and asked if you could feel. I confidently said no. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop if we started and I needed to be able to drive. I remember having to physically pull your hand away which was pure torture.

I don't remember any of the drive though. Then all of a sudden I was driving though the parking garage looking for an empty space. I couldn't just drop you off at the curb because I really had to be kissed and preferably hard. It hadn't been discussed, but you weren't complaining. I found a place near the back, pulled in and turned the car off.  We had some time, but not much.

By the time I parked, you were already reaching over to touch me. I leaned over to accept my well-deserved kiss, and you asked for permission to feel me. Before I could say anything, your hand was already finding and entering me. As a small sound of intense pleasure escaped me, I could feel the smile spread across your face. You clearly owned me and whispered so in my ear. Then ordered me in the backseat.

We both got out and as I did, I could feel my wetness running down my legs. It wouldn't take long for me. Before I could even get settled in the back, you already had your hands in my hair pulling me back and down to the seat. I was completely lost until your other hand found what it needed and you started to finger me. I can't even adequately put into words the power of that simple touch.  I released your neck and found your cock. I unzipped your pants and release your shaft. We still had to be very careful since you needed to keep clean for your flight, but I had a deep need to be penetrated, and needed it quickly. You let go of me and spit in your hand to get things moving closer to the edge for you. I watched intently, mesmerized by you pleasuring yourself. It wasn't long before I couldn't stand it much longer and brought my head forward to greedily take you in. You were about to ask me to do so anyway, but since I beat you to it, I had to take a second to smile with my own satisfaction. You were so fucking hard and soft at the same time I couldn't stand it. I started to suck harder, moving up and down the shaft, pulling you closer and deeper. I heard your breathing change and your hands were in my hair again to hold me still and suddenly I was tasting your sweet salty cum in my mouth.  I'm pretty sure I heard you say fuck and then I woke up.