Current Mood: Horny

I have a confession to make. There’s been something nagging at me lately, and I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I’ve figured out what it is. I don’t feel owned. And for someone like me, that’s everything. That’s why I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately, moody, snapping at you and then needing attention. I’m yours, you know that. I love submitting to you, and the way you make me feel when you dominate me fulfills me in such a way that I can’t even describe. But lately you haven’t made me feel that way, and I miss it. More importantly, I need it. I need to feel like I’m you’re property, like I’m your most prized possession. I don’t care how you do it, just mark me. Mark me as yours.

It’s not your fault, really. We’ve both been busy with work, the odd hours, missing each other by hours on the clock, only to meet randomly; tired, worn out and knowing we need to make time for each other but not knowing how. We need to somehow focus on each other, and then finally, before I snap from the tension of not being put in my place, of not having you inside me, or tasting you, you figure out a way to do it. It takes a sacrifice on both our parts, but you call in sick, and I turn off my calls. We need to reconnect. Then we can face the world again, together.

We smile, just happy to have the time alone, and you suggest a movie. You only want to get us out of the house, which is fine with me; I don’t care, as long as I’m with you. We hold hands in the car, resting on my leg, high at the thigh, and that alone is enough to make me feel the stirrings of lust. How long since we last fucked? It seems like years, and lifetimes since I’d been on my knees looking up at you. A dark, practically empty theater is just the thing to start the recharging process. We find a seat high up in the back, and I lift the arm rest to snuggle under your arm. I can smell you and it makes me hungry. I nuzzle and you kiss me a bit. It’s sweet and feels right.

The lights go down, and I cross my legs a few times. Finally in contact with you, I can relax. I drape my arm between your legs and feel you shift. So, I’m not alone, then? I gently tag your sac with my elbow, saying hi, and then your hand is on my neck, dragging me to eye level, and I turn knowing where your mouth is. Good god, you’re a good kisser, and I feel like a starving woman finally given food. We’re laughing silently at each other, making out like teenagers, devouring each other. I put my hand on your seat between your legs to keep balance and play with your chin, nose and lips with my mouth. I want you so bad, but we need this play. Sex is our favorite toy, you and I, and it’s the language that we speak to each other. Our friends think we’re oversexed, but they don’t understand that our natural state is you penetrating me.

And just when I’m done making my second lap around your neck, your hands firmly on my chest, I feel one hand leave my breast and take me by the back of the neck. Oh, yes. You hold me in place, and look in my eyes. We’re slowly coming back to each other, you and I, and as you tug my hair, keeping me still, I feel a butterfly in my stomach. Am I still yours? I’m not sure, and it’s agony to me.

You circle your nose around mine, a move of yours that I’ve missed these long days, and slowly—holy fuck, I want to get there on my own and faster but you make me get there so slow—you push my head between your legs. I smile into the denim, breathing in fabric, flesh and sex and exhaling hunger. You’ve worn your loosest fitting jeans, and the boxers I gave you for Christmas. Your hand is still on the back of my neck, and I love the weight of it. I unzip the jeans, reach in, and fish out the cock that I adore, and I’m almost not sure how to begin. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How often I’ve thought of your cock back in my mouth after such a long absence? I’m about to start on the head, teasing, since we enjoyed the make-out session for so long, but I don’t want to, I want to be forced onto it, it’s what I need you to do.

And as soon as I think it, you shove my mouth onto your meat, and I gag at the surprise. Your hand is pressing the back of my head, your legs widen and your cocktop hits the back of my throat. Fuck, I needed this. You knew it too, and its proof that we’re back, and that I needn’t have worried. As my chin bumps your thigh, my nose in your neatly trimmed hair (please make me shave you tonight, please), my lips relax, advance, and grip the base of your cock, curling under the teeth.

And my whole body relaxes. I’m back home. This simple sodomy, illegal in 25 states, is more rejuvenating than a vacation. I try to please you by moving back up the shaft, eager to get into some serious cocksucking, but you don’t let me. You keep me there, and that’s fine with me. I take shallow breaths through my nose and work my mouth, nursing on you. Suckling. I move my jaw up and down, left and right. I slide my tongue up and back within my mouth. I swallow occasionally, making the suction you like on your cockhead. God, I could live here. You own me, and I want everyone to know it. I wish there was a way to tell them, to show them.

Your breathing never changes, and that gets me so hot. You know I love it when you lose control and just fuck me with abandon, like an animal, thinking of no other thought but your orgasm, but when you breathe this evenly, in perfect control, I get so wet. I have to use all my skills to figure you out with each session, and it makes me work harder. It’s the kind of control that tells me, “I could fuck. Or not. Whatever.” Fuck, I love that.

But when your balls tighten like they do now, I know what that means. You can put off climax a long time, I know, but you’re letting yourself cum here and now, and I get to feed. I gulp and swallow and make all the wet noises that you love hearing as I work your cock in the longest-duration deep throat I’ve ever given. Your groin advances into my face and I wait for your cock to pulse, to feel the fluid spurt and ooze into my mouth, fuck I need it so bad…

Then you yank me up off of your cock. I’m so surprised I don’t know what to do, but I hold still, waiting on you and what you want. Then it hits me. Literally. It’s thick, heavy and glorious, and it splatters me across the nose and cheek as I hover above your cock. The second, around my forehead in a ropey streak, and by the third, I realize that it’s more than simply not having had sex for a few days: you haven’t even masturbated, and the mother lode of semen swirling around my chin as I turn my head is the result. You’re not always a heavy cummer, it takes us waiting for hours or sometimes a full day to get a cumshot that I can actually play with, but this, this is amazing. I see your hips still shake as the drops ooze out with less and less force, until they slide down your shaft. I dive for your cock, balls deep again drinking the last drops. I taste your last six meals mingled in the sperm, and I’m wearing most of it. We don’t often do facials in public, and I’m giddy with pleasure.

The next surprise is after a cummy kiss, you keep me from reaching for the napkins from our popcorn, and instead spin me back around under your arm, and we finish the movie. Your arm is across my chest, cupping a breast like you do when we sleep, and your load is heavy on my face, warm and sticky. I’m to wear your semen on my face like a badge until it’s time to go? I fucking love it. I can’t stop smiling as the cum cools on my cheek, forehead and chin. I sigh as if I’ve cum myself. This is what I needed. No mere orgasm, but to be marked, like property, where everyone can see.

The credits roll and we see people get up to leave. It’s my job to put your cock back where I found it, so I do, and we stand as well. I look at you, and you smile at me. You take my hand and nod to the aisle. I freeze. Are you serious? Let me at least…

We watch the crowd do that funny half step group walk that people do when they leave the theater. You stare at me unblinkingly and tell me to keep my eyes on you and you alone. That everything will be fine. My breath gets short and my heart goes crazy. I love it and hate it at the same time. We’ve fucked in public before, but this is so…

You push me to get going. I grab my bag and hold your hand in a death grip; you squeeze back, putting me under your protection. I look at you and let you guide me into the moving group, your cum sticky on my face, drying in the semi-dark theater. You pull me close, and I can tell that everyone is looking forward, watching where they’re going, not looking at each other. The crowd mentality is of getting to their cars and going home, not socializing. Then we’re in the lobby and I huddle close to you, and I think my eyes are getting wet; I’m not sad, mad, or humiliated or ecstatic, I’m just following you, but raw emotion is coming out. We walk through, and not one person can tell that I’m wearing your mark. We’re walking though the crowd and not a soul knows or cares. When the lobby doors finally open and the breeze hits my face I’m laughing, the water in my eyes pooling as you show the world, oblivious as it might be, that I’m yours. You’re telling the world that I’m your property, your cum covered slut, and I love it I cry, but it’s not something that needs to be fixed. It’s an emotional release, and you let me have it, safe in your arms. Who would’ve thought that something as simple as a movie theater blowjob could make me this high?

We make it to the car and you spin me around, hugging me from behind as we watch the world walk by, and I know that you’ve truly marked me; that it didn’t take long for us to find each other again, and that you knew what I needed more than I did. And I know what the rest of the evening will be like. We’ll drive home, and I’ll glow like the freshly fucked, the adrenaline from the public spectacle still coursing through me, and I’ll wear your seed with pride, if you’ll let me, all the way there. And when I drop my clothes at the door, and make my way to the center of the living room, I’ll lower myself to the floor; face down, ass up, ready for your use. And if I’ve been very good, and so far I think I have, you’ll gift me with more of your cum, hopefully inside me, and grant me permission to have the mother of all orgasms, followed by many more, until we pour ourselves into bed.