Friday Confessional
Innocuous brown package in the mail.
It’s been an utter shit day, and your keys are tossed onto the table and your shoes are kicked off. The sofa feels pretty damn good as you sink into it to scratch a kitty or two and to grab the package. Written on the back are the words, “Enjoy. Think of me.”
What greets your eyes causes you to sit up a bit straighter.
Photographs.
The red catches your eye first. Red corset on her curvy body.
Brown curls, short and tousled.
Arms and legs shacked to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
That buzzing begins in your head and your mouth begins to dry as your breathing picks up. Pictures from across the room…pictures from close up. In some of them she faces the cross. Her head turned and eyes stare into the camera as if she sees you. In a couple her eyes are closed and her head is tilted to the side. You imagine what being there, behind her, would feel like. Her ass pressing against your groin. Her fragrant neck under your mouth. Her corset pushed aside so that your fingers can pinch her nipples. You can hear the breathy moans she would utter.
You can almost see the red stripes your lashes could make across the backs of her thighs. Almost hear the cries from her lips.
Her lips…the same slutty, dirty red as her corset. You tell her...slutty girl….dirty girl….bad girl….She loves it and her hips move to the rhythm of your words.
In some of the pictures, she is facing the camera…waiting for you. Waiting for your hands to hold her wrists as you lean into her softness. Your mouth just inches from hers…teasing her with what she wants…making her wait.
The images fly like scenes through your mind as you spread the pictures before you and your hand reaches for your cock…because how could you help reaching for your cock when she is before you like that…waiting…wanting…needing. You can hear her voice begging you to fuck her hard.
Your eyelids shut and as your hand moves, you imagine sinking into her heat. You imagine her gasps. You imagine the way she grips you inside of her…see her hands alternately pulling against her restraints and gripping them as you fuck her.
And when you cum, you feel her body against yours, her head on your shoulder, hair tickling your nose, pussy pulsing around you.
You open your eyes and it’s a pearly, stringy mess on the photographs, and although part of you hates that they are ruined, another part of you loves seeing your cum on her face….lips…ass.
That’s when you notice the second package. And written on the back are the words, “I figured you’d need double prints.”