ahh. today was blurry. Morally Flexible and I chatted up a lot today. I forced him to be honest. I forced him to admit that he wanted me. That he simply could not stay away from me.

That he wants to lock me in a closet and take me out to play whenever it suited him. That he’d never stop wanting me. That he only wants me as a toy. He wants to keep me in his pocket. He wants to own me. But he can’t have me- and I will hold myself at a distance, dangling and taunting him until he was insane with want for me. He gave me up and now I have nothing to lose.

I played unfair. I teased and taunted him. Challenged his strength. Talked to him until he admitted his cock was getting hard. Very hard. Unable to hide, unable to ignore- hard.

I told him to reach in and give his cock a nice hard squeeze for me. He does what he’s told, relieved some pressure. But I kept on. Talked about how I miss him. The taste of his cum. The feel of his tongue. The way he licked my pussy and worked my body.

He admitted his cock was harder, he was aching. He could have told me that he could not continue. He could have told me to stop. He could have refused to let me affect him this way. He could have logged off. Instead, he let me in.

Go on.

I went on to tell him how I so often think of him when I’m masturbating. How it’s been so long since his tongue ravaged my cunt. How he knew it, had memorized every fold and could push me over the edge, with the softest lick in the right spot. The spot he could find from any angle.

How he knows just how I like it. The pull of my hair, the bite on my neck. The sharp sting of his hand on my soft bottom. The way he put me, insolent and stubborn, over his knee. Fucked me with his strong hands. Penetrating my holes while he spanked my ass, hard. Again, and again. Until I moaned, until I cried out, begged him to stop. Came… hard. Wet and dripping onto his smart dress pants.

He was struggling. Aching. His responses had been quick and honest. He remembered. Could still taste me. On his tongue. Could still taste my sweet pussy on his fingertips. He licked them. He burned. He gave up.

Bitch. I have to take care of this…

I told him to whisper my name when he came. I know he did. He could not help himself.

Against me, he’s not so strong. He admits his will is weak against me. He moved 1000 miles away- and he knows it’s the only way he can truly keep his distance.