You keep asking if I take it up the ass. For you, of course.

I know you need my pussy first. That you like me on top, that when it comes right down to it despite my ravishing fantasies that's probably how it'll go, I'll sink onto your cock as you bury your face in those tits you love so much. And you'll look into my eyes and search my face as I surrender to your impossibly hard fuck. But consider it dessert.

First of all, you know I deserve a spanking- a borderline beating really for how much trouble and danger I've caused in your life, yes? Way too inconvenient for way too long. Luckily you have me back in check now, wanting nothing but for you to eventually read this and know that I sit hot and wet and think about you when I get the luxury, that you're still the only man in my head. So flip me over in my little black dress, or better yet tell me how you want me and then make me wait for it. The best way is face down. I know you could give me a lot to think about while my legs were spread, my skirt was up, my panties were pulled down in one hard motion and my elbows were on the bed. Especially if I was wearing heels. You'd be surprised at how hard you'd get at my impertinent, trifling little moans and gasps, as I quivered underneath you once you began your punishment, waiting for the next strike. Don't worry about hurting me, I hope I earned it.

Let me sell you on this. You've opened me up with your fingers so you know. You like putting them up there because you like the noise I make, and I know you want to cross the line with me. I asked you about it but I like how you don't care if and when I come, and that's something can I can learn now, how to stay with it when I trust your fingers and cock and mouth enough to let go for them. For you, who will leave afterwards and need time. Like a good quarrel.

I'm going to lose ths one, my ass so red under the palm of your hand, once you start. Go down for a second and just taste me, rude. Make me squirm for it. Just your tongue, just a moment, swirling the hole. Before the finger, probing, one and then two. Now ask me if I like it and make me tell you, because I love having my cheeks go red all at the same time. The dirtier you talk, the more I will respond. I will say anything you want for the right, measured, precise amount of pain and you've seen it.

Move around to my mouth and let me suck you, still legs spread, with my ass up in the air, submissive and waiting. Have you ever seen somebody's legs spread with a training bar? Holding them at a perfect angle to be used as a doll. Make me play with myself for you, moving the wet juice from my mouth to my pussy to my ass until I'm more than ready.

Put the tip against my asshole and make me squirm for it. Tease me until I can't take it. Watch me beg for it. Grab my ass with your strong fingers. Hurt me however you want until the high kicks in and I start begging for it.

And then put it in my ass and take me. Pull my hair and slide it in and make me ride it. All the way up, slamming me deep, with no mercy, your fingers reaching around to stroke my clit while I take the punishment with tears in my eyes. Use your nails to pull me into you harder as I become your vessel, your release, your solace, as you watch the reaction you are causing with your normal impassivity. For real, yeah for real. I really make those noises for you and you really feel it. Your lust, like your edges, has a certain coldness that blows me away.

You won't believe what it sounds like, Tiger. You could come from the sound, if you would let yourself come at all.

I wanted it for so long and you just gave it to me, didn't you. In an alley. Not even an alley, a walkway. Anybody could have come along, but they didn't. Anybody could have heard us, but they didn't. What do you want, you asked. You know, I said. Ok, you said. And down you went.

I looked up into the night sky and spread my legs and you moved aside my panties and tasted what you hadn't tasted in so long. God you went so slow with my hands in your hair just like I thought you would. You were talking it in, I could tell, as my hips rose into your face. Your tongue was so gentle and tentative on my clit, so soft and...I hate to say loving, but that's what it was. Just licking me like you could disappear into my pussy. You just did it. Like there was no game, no decision anymore, like it was the only outcome. The only answer. My skirt up, my legs spread, you face down on the concrete. Not how I thought it would happen. But how else?

You opened me up while you tongued my pussy with a finger right in my ass too, didn't ask, didn't check, just pushed and I spread farther apart and you worked me with this impossible rhythmn until I went crazy against your mouth.

So many times I've washed and dressed for you and nothing has happened. And then like that, with the energy of it all still on us. Oh, I know it's more than you thought you wanted. But I have no regrets. I just wish you didn't.