When Next We See Each Other

Part of what makes the muse so inspiring (apart from being the sexiest man I've ever met) is the delicious e-mail he sends. I woke up this morning thinking about this one from late last week (with permission):

"... The first time I come when we next see each other will be in your throat. The second will be in your ass. I want you to feel completely fucking used before I fuck your pussy. If this sounds unfair - tough. I am desperate to fuck your ass and I am going to fuck it hard. If it hurts you will just have to deal with it..."

I put my own spin on it, and after 30 minutes of furious masturbation that left me sore all morning, it occurred to me that I ought to write it down. Here it is:

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When Next We See Each Other

In the airport garage, I choose a spot as far from the other cars as possible, just in case. I am nervous - when I left the house to come pick you up in nothing but a trench coat and a pair of heels it had seemed like a good idea, but now that I'm surrounded by people I'm not so sure. Besides, you'll probably just assume I'm wearing a short skirt underneath it, so what's the point? I stand in the crowd waiting and pointlessly debating this with myself until you finally appear. I smile and wave as you come toward me. You see me and I watch you as you look me over and a grin slowly creeps into your face - you know. By the time you reach me I am blushing furiously.

We don't even make it out of the parking garage. As soon as we are at the car you push my back against it, using your body to pin me there. Your hand reaches up underneath my trench coat to find my bare pussy and you push two fingers in. I gasp as you start fucking me savagely, telling me I'm a filthy bitch, as only a filthy bitch would show up at the airport with nothing on but a trench coat. I'm so focused on your fingers moving inside me that I fail to notice your other hand has worked your belt loose and unbuttoned your jeans. Abruptly you remove your fingers and push them into my mouth, telling me to lick my juices off them. When I've finished you grab a fistful of my hair and roughly force me to the ground. I wince in pain from scraping my knees on the pavement, which you take advantage of to force your cock into my open mouth. I am not prepared and I gag and try to move back from you but you still have your hand wrapped in my hair and are holding my head still while you fuck my mouth. With tears running down my face I put my hands on your legs to try and steady myself and concentrate on trying to breathe. As you fuck me faster and harder my head starts drumming against the side of the car. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain, but you tighten your grip on my hair and command me to look at you. When I do you pull your cock out and come all over my face and into my still open mouth. I lick your spunk from around my mouth while you wipe your cock in my hair. Finally you let go of me saying "Now drive" as you get in the car.

We drive home in silence. You are coldly ignoring me and looking out the window, and with the stinging of my skinned knees, my raw battered throat and my make up ruined by the trails of mascara running down my checks I am too shell shocked to speak.

At my apartment you drop your bags on the floor and consider me. "Lose the jacket, " you tell me. "The shoes stay." Obediently I unbutton the trench coat and let it drop to the floor. I stand opposite you, a naked and humiliated mess, while you look me up and down. You step toward me, taking me by the upper arm and twisting me around before shoving me face down on the bed. You grab hold of my hips and drag me back up to my knees, ass high in the air with my head and chest still pressed into the mattress. We both know what is coming, but I try to convince myself I'm wrong when you start rubbing your cock against my lips and teasing my wet pussy with the tip...but there will be no reprieve for me today, which I realize when your mercilessly push the entire length of your cock in my ass without giving me and chance to relax or adjust. I am too shocked to scream. You fuck me savagely, grinding my already burning knees into the sheets. My ass is stretched so tightly I am certain you are going to tear it. It's more than I can handle, but when I start to ask you to back off a little, you put your hand on the back of my head and push my face down into the mattress. It's a blessing really - having to fight for air takes some of my attention away from the pain. By now my legs are starting to get tired and between that and having to gasp for every breath I am too exhausted to fight you. I am helpless against you as you start to fuck me faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally I feel you tense and fill my ass with your hot come. I collapse face down into the pillows feeling used and fighting back tears. I try to hide my face from you, but you lay down beside me and carefully gather me in your arms and pull me to your chest. "My beautiful girl," you murmur as you kiss my forehead. "I've missed you so much."

News of the Muse

The muse has discovered that his new laptop has a built in webcam, so I went out and got one too. Stay tuned.

It's All In The Look

The muse had a show in the city and we went to town early so I could get my gift shopping done. I had dressed for walking - the clothes he had chosen for me to wear that evening were tucked inside my bag so I could change before the show. Later, alone in the basement of the club, I would trade my jeans and t-shirt for a leopard print dress, black seamed stockings, knee length high heel boots and a gold wrap to prevent me from freezing to death.

I emerged from the basement and saw him sitting at a table across the room talking with two other men. At the sound of the door he turned his head. I watched him as he took his creation in, slowly looking me up and down in a manner I would have called leering had it been unwelcome. His eyes gleamed his approval and my breath caught in my throat. In that moment I would have done anything, anything for the chance to walk over to him, pull his face to mine for a hard kiss on the mouth and looking into his eyes sink to my knees in front of him, pull his cock from his pants and slowly begin stroking it, eyes locked on his with my cheek resting on his thigh until finally I softly brush my lips against the tip of his cock, circle the head with my tongue and then take all of him in at once, sucking hard and with long deep strokes, not caring who saw, while he grabbed fistfuls of my hair in his hands and leaned back in his seat, watching me suck him until he finally exploded in my mouth, his hot come soothing the back of my battered throat when I swallowed it...

I would have but I couldn't, so instead, with soaked panties, I made my way over and joined the group at the table, smiling what I hoped was demurely and pretending I didn't notice the way he'd just looked at me.

Before - 50 words

Fuck me like you hate me I messaged. If I hated you I would just ignore you he replied. I'm going to fuck you like I love you enough to nearly hurt you. I thought about this conversation the entire plane ride, wondering if he meant it, shivering in anticipation.