you: Thank you for calling...
me: you don't have to say all that. its me.
you: hi
me: hi. i miss you. I'm bored and I'm lonely and horny and being without you doesn't help.
you: haha, well, ill be home in an hour. you wanna make some dinner? we've got stuff in the fridge to make enough, i think.
me: sure, ill see you soon.
I hung up the phone and went upstairs to start the bath. I shaved real well (although I still cut myself three times on the same leg that I have two other cuts from shaving last week) and toweled off. I brushed my hair out so it was real soft (I know how you like running your fingers through it), parted it, and pulled it up into pigtails.
I went through my clothes (what to wear?) three or four times before deciding what to wear for you. As I pulled on the black (torn) stockings and snapped the black lace garter belt I thought of your face coming through the door. I found the pleated black and white plaid skirt and shimmied into that before I put my black lace bra on and that see-through black sweater, zipped right at the cleavage. A little lotion on my face, neck, and chest and I went downstairs to find my black ribbon-tie pumps. I looked like a schoolgirl/hooker combo and god did I feel sexy.
You come in and I feel your eyes on me, I blush and smile at you.
After dinner, you're on one end of the couch and I lie on my side, my feet curled toward me. Your hand moves my skirt aside, tracing your finger along the length of the black elastic snapped to my stockings. You stroke my skin before kneading my cheeks. My face is hot and I smile to myself.
you: shut off the tv
me: ::glances at the clock:: its only 1030, I'm not tired enough to go to bed, yet.
you: ::a little more stern:: did i say we were going to bed? get up, and go put the dishes in the kitchen.
I promptly obey, taking a little longer than I normally would because if I had to wait all day, you're going to wait a little for me. I scrape off the plates, rinse them off, and shut off the kitchen light.
You are on the couch, sitting slightly slumped with your legs a bit apart. With a motion of your hand, you want me on my knees at your feet. Kneeling, my hands find the top of my thighs (I have to admit I love when you have me kneel for you.). You point at your lap and I unfasten your belt and pants and, with slightly more trouble than necessary, I've got my lips around you, my tongue pushing against the underside gently. Every now and again you touch my face and pull down on my pigtails, forcing you farther down my throat.
After 5 or so minutes of this, you push me back so you can stand, pulling me forward to kneel over the couch. I love the exposed feeling your yanking my skirt up brings. Your hands knead and caress at my cheeks, gently smacking where you see fit. Then you were behind me, softly pushing into me. Your strokes were short and long and fast and slow, the muscles of my lower back melting into orgasm.
you: Stand up.
You lead me to the other couch, the one with the much higher arms and have me leaning over it. The muscles in the backs of my thighs ache with the new tension that the heels and leaning at a 135 degree angle bring. You pull your belt off, swatting me on either side and my inner thighs, forcing me to moan. You are soon inside me again, pulling my hips to yours hard. Grabbing both my pigtails in one hand, you yank hard, pulling my head toward you.
you: In front of the couch.
I'm on my knees again with the crack of the belt behind me. Your pelvis grinding into mine. You strokes slow and you turn me around, sitting me on the couch hanging mostly off it. My ankles are over your shoulders as you push into me. You eyes are so powerful, I almost look away; I don't because I feel like I shouldn't be looking into your eyes like this and the idea of doing it anyway is a turn on. My eyebrows twitch with every deep thrust, the only sign on your face that you are feeling anything at all.
me: Oh, master, talk dirty to me.
It's something I'd never asked you before, but I know it turns you on. You pause a moment and as you say these things I know it turns me on, too. A 5 minutes pass before you slow and pull out of me.
you: Upstairs and take your shoes off. Get undressed and wait for me on the bed.
I feel my muscles tighten just hear you order me to do something. My legs shake as I mount the stairs and slowly make my way to our bedroom. I take my hair down, my sweater and bra off and then my skirt. I wait to hear you finish in the kitchen before I bend over all the way, untying the satin ribbons of my heels, taking my time. I want you to see me prone like this, but I don't think you notice. My stockings and garter belt come off and are heaped into the pile with my other discarded attire.
you: On the bed.
I crawl onto the bed, facing the headboard and away from you. My knees are spread, my head and chest pushed down while at the same time extending my back, just like you like me. You climb onto the bed a bit after me and massage my rear before delivering a few smacks. I wince with each one and I know you listen for that sudden intake of air each time you hit me. You push into me harder than I was expecting and pound into me, very fast and then a little slower. I love the combination of very fast and then very slow strokes.
You push my hips down, pulling both of my ankles so I collapse in front of you. You're inside me again and I can feel you start to swell inside me before you pull out and cum on my cheeks and lower back. You collapse at my side and within minutes we are asleep.
And I am still sore 24 hours later.
me: you don't have to say all that. its me.
you: hi
me: hi. i miss you. I'm bored and I'm lonely and horny and being without you doesn't help.
you: haha, well, ill be home in an hour. you wanna make some dinner? we've got stuff in the fridge to make enough, i think.
me: sure, ill see you soon.
I hung up the phone and went upstairs to start the bath. I shaved real well (although I still cut myself three times on the same leg that I have two other cuts from shaving last week) and toweled off. I brushed my hair out so it was real soft (I know how you like running your fingers through it), parted it, and pulled it up into pigtails.
I went through my clothes (what to wear?) three or four times before deciding what to wear for you. As I pulled on the black (torn) stockings and snapped the black lace garter belt I thought of your face coming through the door. I found the pleated black and white plaid skirt and shimmied into that before I put my black lace bra on and that see-through black sweater, zipped right at the cleavage. A little lotion on my face, neck, and chest and I went downstairs to find my black ribbon-tie pumps. I looked like a schoolgirl/hooker combo and god did I feel sexy.
You come in and I feel your eyes on me, I blush and smile at you.
After dinner, you're on one end of the couch and I lie on my side, my feet curled toward me. Your hand moves my skirt aside, tracing your finger along the length of the black elastic snapped to my stockings. You stroke my skin before kneading my cheeks. My face is hot and I smile to myself.
you: shut off the tv
me: ::glances at the clock:: its only 1030, I'm not tired enough to go to bed, yet.
you: ::a little more stern:: did i say we were going to bed? get up, and go put the dishes in the kitchen.
I promptly obey, taking a little longer than I normally would because if I had to wait all day, you're going to wait a little for me. I scrape off the plates, rinse them off, and shut off the kitchen light.
You are on the couch, sitting slightly slumped with your legs a bit apart. With a motion of your hand, you want me on my knees at your feet. Kneeling, my hands find the top of my thighs (I have to admit I love when you have me kneel for you.). You point at your lap and I unfasten your belt and pants and, with slightly more trouble than necessary, I've got my lips around you, my tongue pushing against the underside gently. Every now and again you touch my face and pull down on my pigtails, forcing you farther down my throat.
After 5 or so minutes of this, you push me back so you can stand, pulling me forward to kneel over the couch. I love the exposed feeling your yanking my skirt up brings. Your hands knead and caress at my cheeks, gently smacking where you see fit. Then you were behind me, softly pushing into me. Your strokes were short and long and fast and slow, the muscles of my lower back melting into orgasm.
you: Stand up.
You lead me to the other couch, the one with the much higher arms and have me leaning over it. The muscles in the backs of my thighs ache with the new tension that the heels and leaning at a 135 degree angle bring. You pull your belt off, swatting me on either side and my inner thighs, forcing me to moan. You are soon inside me again, pulling my hips to yours hard. Grabbing both my pigtails in one hand, you yank hard, pulling my head toward you.
you: In front of the couch.
I'm on my knees again with the crack of the belt behind me. Your pelvis grinding into mine. You strokes slow and you turn me around, sitting me on the couch hanging mostly off it. My ankles are over your shoulders as you push into me. You eyes are so powerful, I almost look away; I don't because I feel like I shouldn't be looking into your eyes like this and the idea of doing it anyway is a turn on. My eyebrows twitch with every deep thrust, the only sign on your face that you are feeling anything at all.
me: Oh, master, talk dirty to me.
It's something I'd never asked you before, but I know it turns you on. You pause a moment and as you say these things I know it turns me on, too. A 5 minutes pass before you slow and pull out of me.
you: Upstairs and take your shoes off. Get undressed and wait for me on the bed.
I feel my muscles tighten just hear you order me to do something. My legs shake as I mount the stairs and slowly make my way to our bedroom. I take my hair down, my sweater and bra off and then my skirt. I wait to hear you finish in the kitchen before I bend over all the way, untying the satin ribbons of my heels, taking my time. I want you to see me prone like this, but I don't think you notice. My stockings and garter belt come off and are heaped into the pile with my other discarded attire.
you: On the bed.
I crawl onto the bed, facing the headboard and away from you. My knees are spread, my head and chest pushed down while at the same time extending my back, just like you like me. You climb onto the bed a bit after me and massage my rear before delivering a few smacks. I wince with each one and I know you listen for that sudden intake of air each time you hit me. You push into me harder than I was expecting and pound into me, very fast and then a little slower. I love the combination of very fast and then very slow strokes.
You push my hips down, pulling both of my ankles so I collapse in front of you. You're inside me again and I can feel you start to swell inside me before you pull out and cum on my cheeks and lower back. You collapse at my side and within minutes we are asleep.
And I am still sore 24 hours later.
vonbaxter:
Hope you have a great Thanksgiving! 
