Category: texting

>Ben and I were washing dishes. We regularly share the chores around the house… dishes are no different.. one washes and the other rinses. Tonight… Ben was rinsing.

“How much soap did you put in there?”, he asked rinsing the plates.

We had had bbq ribs for dinner… and so the water was going to be a little more greasy than normal.. and in fact I had put quite a bit of soap in the dish water. I mocked him in a playful way.. making him sound whiny.

It lasted shortly.. and I continued washing… after rewashing the plates. Then he said something else… I can’t remember… but I mocked him again.. giggling after I was done.

Ben responded in an unexpected way. He pulled away from the counter.. me still scrubbing a pan… snatched down my pants and smacked my ass hard with his still wet hand. I was slightly shocked… and instantly turned on.

I looked over my shoulder… my mouth agape a little… I said nothing. I went back to washing.. in my quiet surprise. Again, I glanced over at him.. trying to appear a little hurt…I’m sure he knew better.

“Got anything else to say?”, he said in this almost amused voice. I shook my head no… finishing up my task. When I was done I wiped down the counter… tossing the towel over the sink to let it dry. I smirked…. mocked him once more… then made a run for it.

I took around corner and stole into our room… giggling all the way… slamming the door… leaning against it.. and locking it. I stood there giggling.. knowing he was coming.. knowing what was in store for me.

Sure enough.. he came to the door… I laughed uneasily… quite proud of myself. He jiggled the handle.. I went to the door and knocked.

“Hello?”, I called out. No answer. A minute or so would pass of him trying to get in when I finally unlocked it… Ben pushed into the room. I laughed more… backing against the wall… not wanting to give him access to my ass.

He stood there.. with this cool confidence… knowing that I would give in… all he had to do is wait. I slid against the door trying to squirm my way out the door… with no luck. It was shut and locked… and I was not getting out of this one.

I kept trying though… which only got me turned around… arm twisted up between my shoulder blades and face shoved into the bed. I felt my pants being yanked down again…. and then a quick, sharp smack. Followed by pinches and scratches….. all the while I moaned into the bed and begged him to stop.. telling him sorry over and over.

He stopped… I stood… and pulled my pants in their original position. I smiled shyly at him… only for him to lace his fingers through my hair and shove me to the ground. He pulled out his all ready hard cock and impaled my mouth.

He stayed like this for what seemed like forever… fucking my face… giving me only seconds to catch a breath.

Finally, he spoke… “Do you want me to cum in your mouth or in your pussy?”.

I tried to say pussy… I wanted him to fuck me so badly… I said it a couple times… and all I got was a what? He pulled away… and I answered him. I was pulled to my feet and pushed forward. For the last time, the pants went back down… and he entered me.


After we were all done.. we went back to our business. He sat on the couch to check his email.. I went to do some other things in the kitchen. I picked up my phone….

Me: Naughty man
Him: That’s the way you like it

He’s right too… just the way I like it.



>”What would you do if I were wearing my collar and on my knees waiting for you at the back door when you came home?”

This is the text I sent to Ben around 2:00 pm on Saturday. I didn’t expect a immediate response knowing he was most likely busy at work. I had hoped it did peak his interest. By the time I got home and was relaxing… I still had not received a response. I was certainly dismayed about this… but remained patient.

“Do you know anyone that wants to buy a 52″ tv? All it needs is a new bulb.”, was the response I got.

“No, I don’t. But this isn’t exactly the response I was expecting.”, I replied.

“If you were doing that, Id treat you like the fuck slut you want to be”. His response was so confident.. and so unlike him that it surprisingly shocked me. He is a confident man but doesn’t really talk like that. I was instantly turned on.

I spent the next couple hours… dreaming of when he’d get home… what it was going to be like…. I was so horny. I really wanted to make myself cum but decided against it…. that would take away from later.

Finally a little after six he called to tell me he was on his way home. We talked about our days briefly and then I told him I would see him when he got home. Once off the phone… I raced into the shower. I cleaned up quickly… making sure to save the time for shaving so that I’d be perfectly smooth for him.

When I was done I brushed my teeth and went into our bedroom picking out a pair of see through black thongs and dug out my collar. My hair was down and curly looking… still wet from the shower. I know how much he likes my hair down… so that is what I went with.

Now all there was left was to wait. I sat on the couch passing the time on the internet… waiting for the tell tale sign that he was home. Suddenly I heard the beep from the car alarm. I put the laptop down and raced to the dining room knowing that if I wasn’t on my knees when he came in… it would ruin the effect.

I made it in time… and placed myself on the rug with my hands behind my back. He turned the corner… we made eye contact and I blushed. I wasn’t completely sure what to expect… and so… I blushed. He walked towards me… emptied his pockets onto the table. I didn’t move… not sure what to do. He stepped closer to me… his groin in my face. I felt exposed…. almost naked in front of him completely dressed. I loved it.

I felt his fingers lace through my hair and gently pulled my head back kissing me deeply. I kept my hands behind my back but took in every ounce of his attention. Our kiss ended more quickly than I had hoped…. but that meant more good stuff was to come.

He walked slowly beside me… loosening his grip on my hair but did so in a fashion that meant I should turn around and follow him. I did so… then was slowly led by Ben out of the dining room into the living room. He was so careful not to yank my hair or walk too quickly as I am not accustomed to crawling.

Once we got to the little area that lead into our room he stopped and let go of my hair. I sat back on my legs leaving my hands dangling beside me. He ventured into our room and began undressing. I marveled at him… he seemed so sexy to me… course he always does. But more so than usual. It amazes me that he compliments me so well in every way.

After stripping he came out and wrapped his hands around my hair again and led me into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed he pulled me to my feet then pushed me gently to the bed. I bent at my hips… pushing my ass out. He used his foot to spread my legs farther apart. His hand caressed my ass… then lifted in the air and came back down on my bare skin with a sting. I yelped.

Then another… and another.. over and over alternating sides. I knew my ass had to be bright red from the growing pain. I breathed deep through my screams and tried to keep myself as composed as I could. I knew it wouldn’t be long and there would be tears welling up in my eyes.

Luckily for me he stopped but slammed his cock into my ever so wet pussy. This was a much better replacement. I almost purred with pleasure enjoying him pounding away at me. However, this was short lived as he pulled out, grabbed my hair again, and pulled me to my knees. He guided my head onto his cock.

I sucked away wanting to please him to my fullest extent. I took him deep into my mouth then he pulled away and pushed my head forward towards his balls. I did not miss a beat and took them into my mouth.. gently sucking as he stroked his cock. I love when he does that. I cannot explain the pleasure it brings me to know he’s stroking for me.

He pulled me off and put his knee up on the bed and told me to suck his cock again. I did so.. but this time my hair was in the way. I grabbed for his hand and pulled it to my head asking for him to hold my hair.

“Did you just tell ME what to do?”, his voice rumbled, and I felt like I had made a big mistake. He got behind me pulled me up and bent me over. I felt his hand slap my ass hard… then again.

“You don’t tell me what to do. I’m the one who tells YOU what to do”, he said while he spanked me hard.

“I’m sorry!”, I cried out.

“Sorry?”, he slapped again hard, “You’re sorry, huh?”.

I pleaded that I was sorry and he told me to go get my ‘own damn hair tie’. I stumbled out of the room hurrying to get a hair tie. When I reached the bathroom I pulled my hair up quickly and went back to the room.

He pushed me forward and slammed his cock back into me. He fucked me hard as I cried out in pleasure. Mid stroke he grabbed my collar and used it to fuck me deeper. I felt a little dizzy as the air was harder to take in. I reached back, touched his hand, and he let up. With this he pulled out and stepped back, letting me know that I was to get on my knees.

I fell quickly to my knees trying to make up for my lack of judgment. I sucked his hard wet cock into my mouth again… moving it in and out. My hand found its way up to his balls and squeezed them softly. Ben’s hips were quickening… I could tell that he wanted to cum so I made sure not to stop what I was doing.

“I could so cum right now.”, he said with his hand on the back of my head. I personally was not ready for him to yet, but if that is what he wanted, then it was going to happen. Fortunately for me he stopped again and took my pussy from behind. I bucked my hips feverishly against him feeling him hit the bottom.

“Do you want to taste my cum?”, he said still fucking me.

“Yes”, I cried out.

“Beg me. Beg to taste my cum”.

And with that I started to beg… I pleaded for him to let me taste him… to swallow every last bit. It seemed like an eternity before he agreed to let me do so.. but when he did, I fell to the floor and sucked like there was no tomorrow waiting for my reward of a job well done.

Before I knew it, he was filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed every drop… feeling his hands on the back of my head… his body shudder as he emptied into my willing hole. It wasn’t over though…. not like I thought it would be.

I pushed myself up and sat on the edge of the bed. He towered over me and pushed me up towards the middle of the bed which meant only one thing…. I was going to get to cum! I laid back back and spread my legs. He moved in between them and rubbed his thumb over my clit. My body shivered and I damn near came just by that.

I pushed his hand down encouraging him to slide his fingers inside of me and with that.. he slipped them in. I felt so full I let out out a sigh of ecstasy. He went to work on my pussy… moving his fingers around inside.. hitting my G spot. My hands wandered down and I rubbed my clit slowly. It wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge.

My hips started to move with each stroke of my pussy…. my breathing became labored and I could tell that I was close.

“Cum for me”, he commanded. I almost exploded at that… I love when he tells me to orgasm for him. I rubbed my clit harder wanting to just for him and all of a sudden a huge wave rushed over me. I squeezed my legs together holding onto the feeling… not wanting to let it go.

Generally Ben will make me orgasm more than once but that night I don’t think I could have handled it. He knows my body that well, too. He knows when I can take more… and when I’ve hit my limit. So with that… he crawled up by me and I curled into his arms so we could bask in the wonderfulness that is our sex.