It's Saturday morning. I'm getting ready to leave the house to begin my journey to see you. I text that I'm leaving. And then I follow it:
"I want you to remove your clothes. I want you to run your fingers along your pussy...no...My pussy. That pussy is no longer yours. That pussy is mine. I took that pussy. I made it mine. I claimed it a year ago."
You respond; "yes, sir."
I jump in the truck and get on the road.
You are lying there on the bed. Gently touching yourself. You're anticipating my arrival. Wondering what it is that I'm going to do to you. Your lips are swollen. You are becoming wet just thinking about it.
Time passes. You look at the clock. Am I close? You don't know. You didn't look at the clock when I departed.
You text me; "are you close?"
I answer; "I am."
You say; "I'm close too."
I tell you; "you are not allowed to cum."
You: "I don't know how long I can hold out."
Me: "You will keep touching yourself. Keep yourself on edge. But, do not cum."
You: "please, hurry."
Me: "You do not dictate to me. Do you understand?"
You: "yes, sir." I'm sorry."
You lay there, in agony. Your sex is heightened. You don't know how long you can hold it. You are so close to the edge.
Then, you hear the lock of the front door. The door opens. I enter. I'm in the living room. You hear me rustling. I begin removing my shoes, my socks, my shirt.
Then you hear it. My zipper. I come around the corner. You are lying there, fingers dipping into My pussy.