At First Bite

Last week I sent you a text about how much I longed for you to bite me when your mouth was on my ass.  A simple reply came back, I'll bite you.  I slicked my panties with the thought of it right then and there.  I've never been bitten before, and didn't know I wanted it until just that moment.

Then I sent a list.  It was of all the stuff I still want to do before you leave.  It's a long list and not at all realistic for one last weekend, but a girl's gotta try.  Number 4 on that list - Bite me.  Hard enough for me to wear your teeth marks.  You read the list on the plane, but other than commenting on it being quite a list, you mostly talked about how good my writing is and how it still catches you by surprise.  My heart melts a little with your compliments, so I never ask what you think about what we might actually get to accomplish.

I picked you up from the airport later that day.  So nice to have you home and in my car, chatting up a storm and filling my car with your intoxicating smell.  You would think we didn't talk at all while you were gone, but we did.  There's just so much happening these days that there is a lot to be caught up on.  On my way out to the airport, I had put on a specific playlist made up of songs that you've asked me to listen to throughout our relationship that I love, and I left it on when you got in the car.  The music is turned down so I can hear you talk, but you keep commenting about the songs being good.  I laugh a little to myself, because of course they are, they're your songs sent to me.

My Skin comes on and I know it's your favorite.  I like to watch the smile on your face as each song pops up, but this one is the best.  When you finish telling me your story, we start the song back over and sing along.  Your hand reaches out for mine and my body bursts with goosebumps for the perfection of that moment.  After some time, I move my hand into your lap, your hand follows mine, and we spend the rest of the ride like that.  I wish we could drive all night, singing to songs and catching up. 

As I pull up to your house, you ask me to pull around back.  I do as I'm asked, but I don't understand why.  The nanny is home and so I know you can get in through the front.  When I reach the packed driveway, I just sort of pull across, instead of in.  You make a comment about how you thought the garage door would be closed.  I'm still confused and ask why you want it closed if you are just going inside.

So I can do this.

You quickly pull my long skirt up to my panties, exposing my thighs.  My mind is swirling, because we might be in an alley, but it's pretty out in the open, and I really don't know what you are about to do other than your head is coming down on to me.  As your head first came towards me, I thought maybe you were going to come in for a kiss and slip a finger inside to check to see if I was wet.  No, your head is full on in my lap.  Then I feel it.

Your mouth on my inner thigh with your teeth just beginning to dig into me.  I laugh at first, thinking I did ask for it.  But as your bite goes deeper and deeper, showing me no mercy, my laugh turns to a squeal.  It feels fucking good and hurts like hell all at the same time.  I can feel myself getting wetter with each second that goes by.  The force seems to be getting stronger and stronger with no sign of you letting up.  It feels like you just might break the skin, and I picture the blood running down my leg and mixing with my own juices.  It makes me want to fuck you.  Now.  If we weren't in a car out in the open, I would be doing my best to get you inside of me.  I bring my hands down to your head, run my fingers through your hair and resist the urge to push you farther into me.  At the same time, I'm not sure how much more I can take.  It hurts more and more in the most pleasurable way.  

After what seems like forever, you pull up and look into my eyes clearly satisfied you just marked one thing off the list.  We kiss for a few moments and I breathe you in deeply while my fingers run through your hair again.  I really don't want to stop and my leg is throbbing so badly.  You get out of the car and grab your stuff and give me one last shot of your voice.

It's a long list.

As you shut the door, I laugh out loud at the thought of just how long and all that's on it.  If it's going to be like this though, I want to check everything fucking thing off that list.  I take a moment to pull my skirt back up and check out your handy work.  It's purple and swollen already.  I can see where your teeth dug in as you sucked my flesh in harder and harder.

Bite me.  Check.

The Wish List

As the wax was burning into my skin at the salon, it made me think about all of the stuff that we've done and the stuff we never got to do.  Some talked about and some never were.  A ton of questions began to run through my mind.  How many of these things can we possibly fit into one last time?  How much time do I get?  Does it have to be one last time?  How many times can I sneak time with you this weekend?  Am I expecting too much?  Will it ever feel like enough?  Are you going to make me choose?  You seem to love making me choose, as if I could.  Choosing means something doesn't get done.  You told me the first time we were together not to make you guess.  So I won't, here's what is on my wish list, in no particular order.

Never done:

• Wax on my pussy as it was supposed to be before you decide to feast upon me.
• DP with the vibration on.  I promise to try not to drop to my knees.
• Fuck me in the mirror, so I can see.
• Bite me.  Hard enough for me to wear your teeth marks.
• Your balls.  I just gotta get them both in my mouth at one time.
• Cum and let it drip down your hands and then let me lick it up.
• Sit close to me in public and slip your hand under my dress to play with my pussy.
• Fuck, we never bought a ball gag.
• Shit, the speculum.  Maybe you can ask Jen to bring one to the party???
• I bet I could find some handcuffs.  The real kind.  Is it weird that I want my wrists marked?  I can wear bracelets to cover them.

Done, but should be done again for Christ's sake. (Hmm…What's the chance we could find a cross to tie me too? Wait, wrong list)

• Kiss me deeply.  Take my breath away.  Can we add the wall to that?  Yeah, let's do that with a little fucking force please.
• Whisper dirty nothings in my ear.  Call me your dirty little whore.  Call me anything, just make it fucking dirty.
• Command me.
• Blindfold me.
• Choke me please.  Take me to that place just one last time.
• Mark me hard, brand me as yours.  There's no one around to see anything, anywhere.
• Fuck my mouth until I gag.  Aim for the throat.
• The ben wa balls, even if it scares the shit out of me to take them out.
• The big plug, although certainly not big enough to wear after sex.  Maybe before...OOH, maybe I'll wear it for you to your party?!?!  I know we won't be hanging out together, but when you do see me, you'll know I'm wearing it for you.  As long as no one smacks my ass, I won't start panting.
• Fuck my ass.  The harder and deeper the better as you know.
• Spank my ass.  Your hand, the belt.  Whichever you like. Wait? Both.
• Pull my hair while you fuck me.  Should be as hard as you need to use as leverage to drive that cock as deep as possible.
• Palm job pretty please with sugar on top.  Maybe a cherry would be better.  Ah, fuck it, I'll just squirt on top.
• Let me at your ass.  If I'm on the bed, straight sit on my face.  Grind a little if you like.  Just let me in there.
• Restrain me however you like.  Tie my wrists, my ankles, lock my wrists behind my back, or pin in place with your arms and legs.
• Cum in me just one more time.  Either hole will do.
• Cum on my face.
• Cum in my mouth.  I need to taste you a few more times before you leave.
• Video, pictures…I'd give anything to watch the whole thing from start to finish, but snippets will do.

The questions aren't really meant to be answered and the list isn't meant to be checked off. If I don't at least put all this out there now, I'll kick myself later for not being clear with what I wanted.  Truth is, I didn't plan to be completely alone this weekend, but I'm not the least bit sad about it.  When I told you that I would be, I didn't have much hope that you would even have time, but putting it out there for you to know gave me at least something.  I've never really been your beck and call girl, but I am this weekend. I'm not ashamed of it either.  My plan is to be able to work on the book without worrying about who is looking over my shoulder and simply being available.  And eating, that should probably happen too.  I know that the chance that I'll get to see you more than once (other than the party) is slim to none with everything you probably have to do, but I'm here, alone, if you can or you want.  Let me show you just how much of a needy little cum slut I am for you, while I still can.

XXXOOO (fuck the hugs, I want all kisses)