"Picture" my Friday

C went to a farewell party with some work mates leaving me having pizza and icecream with the kids.
Nobody is around now, except the cats which won't stop chasing each other, playing in their frenetic and energetic mood.
I closed the door of the studio to have some peace and quiet to share the rest of my Friday with my blog.
The day started as a any other typical Friday: everybody at the office with that worn out look after having crawled the whole week to rehearse a reborn for the weekend.
The morning was hectic, loads of work and I, as usual, daydreaming. My mind miles away from that desk, and again and again, struggling not to think about the incoming wetness between my legs.
It was then when I found it.
I was lazyly organizing my archives when I rediscovered the audio file enclosed to THAT email.
It was a hot piece of audio that C had produced for me after a mad night. I couldn't (and I didn't want to either) avoid listening to it again... and all what happend that night came back to me...

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The events of the past months had marked a decisive crisis in my life.
Crisis considered as a change, as a personal growing, as the beginning of a new stage in my existence.
A couple of emails that I had exchanged with C unchained some of the fears and questions I had referring our sexuality.
I still have many doubts and questions.
Probably too many.
However, I had the courage to write down some of my mixed emotions and send them to him, with the hope that C would understand a little bit what was going through my mind.
As a consequence, and thanks that C wanted to be very open to me, we've been discussing a lot how we feel about certain things.
We found out that, in a way, we are similar, and talking honestly about difficult subjects was a huge relief for me.
I think we were both looking forward to discussing our sexual life but couldn't find the way to provoke the conversation. Again, it was me who did the initial attempt, and suprisingly, C admitted that he was waiting for me to start a conversation, as he was expecting a confrontation.
All that time he was arming his defence of his addiction to porn as he suspected I would be angry or furious due to his behaviour.
On the other hand, my reaction to this matter was and still is, a completely different one.
Despite my many doubts and fears (and my "ignorance") I do feel I want to be a companion to C in every aspect of his life. And porn it is an important issue to be considered.
Hence, I prefer to be by his side in this too, instead of "against" him.
This is the main reason, but not the only one.
I am also aware that I do like porn, and that I don't want to hide this from C: both him and me, we deserve to be honest and open with each other. We are adults, we should know how to deal with this in an adult fashion.
I was convinced that the fact that we both enjoy similar activities would add a lot more to our sexual life.
Hopefully, experiencing new things together would enhance our intimacy and we would grow together as a couple. In this sexual aspect of our relationship.


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Back to our mad night.
Wine usually makes me feel so relaxed, it gives to my body that warm sensation, relieving it of the mundane activities of the day.
We started to watch some naughty movies. I am always amazed at what I see on the screen, it turns me on a lot to watch them with C and to think that he is aroused too.
I was already anticipating naughty games.
I love to play intensely, it is wonderful to get very dirty and push eachother to the extremes.
And then, C said I was his slave, he said I was his toy when he wants me to be. He said he was going to take me and abuse me and force me to do the things that brings him pleasure.
He left me standing there and begun to prepare me: my lesson was about to start.
He bounded me with a tie and blinfolded me and then he prepared himself to look at erotic images and sex videos on the screen. My clothes were removed one by one very slowly until I was completely exposed, vulnerable in my nakedness.
At that point he was naked too.
I knew he was pleasuring himself, stroking his cock, playing with himself, breathing close to me, his breathing becoming faster and faster and I... I started to ache for him. I desired so much his lips on my skin, his hands exploring my body.
But I realized how much he was enjoying dominating me, how much he wanted to control me, how much he wanted me to be his plaything, his slave, and I couldn't help being scared about myself and how I was feeling. Scared of how much I was enjoying being submisseve and also scared as I could not anticipate what was going to happen next. I was in his hands.
I desired so much to fulfill his expectations!
I promised to be a good student, to try hard to learn.
I felt he was hunting me, and I was aching for him. I wanted so much to be the one he desires to cover with savage kisses.
I needed him to say that he wanted me, that he was hungry for me.
I felt an ocean in between my legs.
He was telling me how excited he was, playing slowly with his hard cock, while he was enjoying his porn and watching me there, waiting on his own pleasure.
I knew his thick cock was delicious, I could imagine his balls becoming tight and swollen and I was already moaning, begging for a little bit of it.
He started to finger me, his fingers swimming in my ocean, it was so beautiful. I wanted him to fuck me with his fingers. I love his sexy big hands on my body, his long fingers exploring my pussy.
I was breathing heavily... I was struggling not to beg, his proximity making me shake with anticipation.
With frustration every time he moved away.
His opened mouth reached mine. I eagerly savoured his tongue and then he moved away. He licked and bited my erected nipples.
I desperately wanted to touch my pussy, to feel its wetness, pretending it was him doing so. I wanted him to lick my juices from my fingers.
It felt so good to be his slave, his slut and I wanted him so badly to fuck me.
Instead of that, he decided that I have a nice bottom and that it deserved a good spanking.
The belt would make it.
And there I was, asking for more oh such a pleasurable punishment....
My red and hot bottom was the sign he needed to decide I deserved a better treatment.
And he let me watch what he was going to do next.
He lied on the sofa, his beautiful body exposed to me, his long legs spread, his thick silky cock hard and looking so exciting. I could only think of having this precious dick in my mouth, licking it, sucking it, tasting it and enjoying it so much. However, all those pleasures were not allowed to me yet. His cock was his own gorgeous toy. It was so wonderful to watch him playing with himself, squeezing and strocking his manhood.
And then, suddenly, he creamed his ass and he fucked it with a bottle while my glaring eyes were watching in amazement.
He said that he wanted me to remember that night very well, as there were lots of things we were going to do.
After saying this, he untied me, he grabbed my hair and he pushed me on my knees in front of him.
He let me taste him, I was hungry for his cock.
I savoured both the feeling of his hardness in my mouth and his sweet taste as if it was an erotic mist. My lips caressing every inch of his cock, my tongue tasting as much as I could reach.
With one hand I fondled his balls while the other stroked the root of his cock.
I pulled and sucked on his cock with greed.
I loved to watch him watching me as I moved from the balls all the way up his shaft to the head. I could have spent hours there. However, I stopped just before the point of no return and begged "fuck me"... I wanted to feel him filling me up.
He did it.
He fucked me, hard and fast, sweat pouring from our bodies, our juices passing from one body to the other.
The violence of the fuck was almost animal, but we were both enjoying and I almost shouted out in passion.
The speed became intense and after a while I shouted out in ecstasy when I felt his cum deep inside me and my cum all over his cock.
Beautiful.

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The morning after, I was at the office trying to convince myself that the previous night was for real, when I received a couple of emails from C.
One with the audio he produced for me, inspired in the previous night.
The other one saying that after such a night he was still very horny and playing with himself again. With that email he enclosed lots of pictures of his precious hardened cock.

I desesperately looked for the photos... by the time I finally found them, the wetness in between my legs due to relieving our games was deliciously unbearable.
I have to run to the toilette and... well, that's another story...
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