The Scent Of Your Delicious Lingerie*

Don't give me that look. You know exactly what you were doing when you brought that polaroid along to our last fuck before you left for Brazil.

Clever. So clever to leave a piece of you for me to savour. To remember…

That was one hell of a night. I think of it every time my fingers flit over the images lying on the nightstand. I left them out for Betty to see, no doubt I'll be the talk of the housekeepers' week but I don't care. I want everyone to see how fucking sexy you are, how insatiable you are.

I want everyone to see my wank bank of images.

The photos even smell of you—the scent of your delicious cunt lingers as it used to on my face after I'd licked you out, leaving you sweating and begging for more. Such a horny wet cunt. I have to adjust my boxers—my cock begins to strain and bulge as I flick through my treasures. I part my thighs to allow space for my balls to swell and cock to grow. I've set the camera to the correct angle.

Maybe I'll lay out the photographs just in shot so everyone can see it's you I'm thinking of. You—the dirtiest sluttiest bitch of them all. You who I eat and fuck and you consume me. You're all I think of and it aches in my belly and balls. I give them another squeeze, teasing the way you do. That same night when you'd tied my hands behind me, believing you'd tethered me securely, but one twist of my wrist and I was free. I held myself in place pretending while you flicked the tip of your tongue along my frenulum, thinking you had me trapped. It was good to allow you that power, for a little while.

Ah, when I think of my fingers threading through your hair to pull your mouth harder onto my cock, a surge of pleasure runs from back of the neck to my groin and I shift again, my eyes darting to the camera, knowing it will make you wet to know I'm thinking of these things.

Tugging you on to me, fucking your face, or are you fucking me? You pull back dragging your teeth along my rigid dick just enough to make me suck air through my gums, trembling in case you take a bite. You encircle my cockhead with your lips just so you can jerk your mouth off with a pop and a smile. You wipe your face on the back of your hand and raise one eyebrow as your gaze flits down to my cock and my eyes follow. It is red and swollen, like a desperate angry thing, feral for your body, precum glistens on the tip, and I know that's the prize you seek. I reach down and grab my cock in my fist rubbing the flat of my thumb across the top to smear it with my fluid. I reach to your cheek, cupping your jaw in my palm while I smear your eager lips with my cum. You lap it up like a good little bitch. Fuck, fuck, that look in your eye. Half drunk with lust, half focussed and aware—I can't tell whether you will submit or pounce.

I love this game we play. The game you play.

I run my thumb across the slit of your lips again and press in a little, forcing them to part as you tip your head back, allowing entry. Just as I hook my thumb into your cheek you twist your head to follow it and catch it between your teeth, drawing it into your hot wet mouth and suckling hard.

Steady. I come to, remembering where I am, camera watching, cock in one hand, a photo in the other —I was in danger of crushing it. Fuck, my memory of you is so fucking vivid I swear I can taste you on the air.

I relax my grip on my cock and sink back onto the floor, unlocking my legs from a kneeling position so I can lean on my arm and look at my photos, selecting another to drool over.

Ah, this one, a searing image of fuck flashes into my memory at the picture of you, stretched out on all fours like a cat in heat. I remember the action a split second before and after that shot—you crawling up the bed, staring at me, my shoulders, my chest, my cock. You love to stare at my cock.

By this point your pussy was so wet you'd soaked your panties and I'd slapped your perfect ass for being such a slut. You'd pressed back against the flat of my palm, wriggling your flesh into my hand for more. And I'd delivered. Hard. The wetter your knickers became, the more of a sting each spank would administer. We both knew it. And you were dripping with every slap.

I'm sure I still have those knickers somewhere, stowed for use while you're away.

The sight of you spreading yourself for me, pulling wet flimsy fabric to one side and splaying your cunt open. Ugh, god. I pick up the most graphic picture of all. Your beautiful cunt split open by three of your own fingers.

My cock is literally throbbing now and I grip it again, this time reaching into my pants to feel skin on skin. My balls surge and I fist my shaft, constricting the blood like a cockring. The head bulges over the top of my waistband and it makes me proud to see it so hard. I start to slowly slide my grip up and down keeping a tight hold, imagining you fingering your wet cunt in front of me.

I love to think of you kneeling before me as I stand, my cock in your mouth while you plunder your pussy with eager seeking fingers.

My pace quickens and I ease off the pressure a little, only to apply it again, mimicking the fluttering squeeze of your cunt around me. The twist of your hips as you buck and ride, clit bumping and grinding against my pubic hair.

You take your pleasure with complete abandon, tits bouncing, nipples peaking. That's why you control my every fantasy. You'd be every man's fantasy. No inhibitions, nothing, just a lust for lust and a sex drive to match.

I release my dick and work my fingers down to my balls, rolling and squeezing them, easing the burden of need pent up inside them. Goosebumps prickle across my shoulders as I remember squeezing out lube onto my hand and pushing my middle finger into the tight whorl of your asshole. You'd squealed in delight and bore back on to it, edging yourself to the place you wanted me to take you.

We'd been fucking, your pussy so wet, so tight, your ass cheeks red raw from spanking, I was behind you, reaching round to your slit nestled between your puffy swollen lips.

"Fuck me in the ass," you said, breathy and growling, your words spiked arousal and my dick hardened to an epic level.

As I remember the tightness yielding as I pressed into your most intimate place, my fingers drift to my perineum, curious to how it would feel. I stop. Lift another photo from the display.

Rumpled sheets tell the story of what we'd been doing. Ties, blindfolds, lube, all there scattered in evidence of our debauched carefree fucking. Your appetite voracious for sensation.

My heart skips, the scene of the aftermath strangely moving. I turn that one over for later. Now I need to recapture that feral want, the animalistic rutting.

I look up to the camera again, just to remind myself that in a way you are with me, not quite here and now but in time and space we will reunite. And also to check the red recording light is still on…

I smile, lift my eyebrow when I see, yes, it is.

I choose another image. You staring directly at me in this one. The only one you aren't utterly absorbed in fucking. You look like a sex-starved nymph ready to pounce. If I could bottle that look. Fuck. I inhale, staring at you as you stare back. I rub my chin and lip, the ache consuming me whole. The need to fuck you, feel you, take you.

The words, I hear you say them again, I swear I see your lips move from the static image, "fuck my asshole," you say and I throw the image to the ground grappling for the one that shows the close up of your sweet virgin rosebud seconds before I own it. I re-enact the scene in my mind, sticky lube dripping from the bottle in one shining strand, the clench as the cold liquid splashes the centre of my desire. As you twitch and move forward, I grasp your buttocks, holding you in place, making you spread.

The squelching sound of more lube being squeezed out makes us both groan in anticipation and I'm trembling now. My cock too hard, need too great.

Your ruddy cunt is too much of an invitation and I shunt myself into you without warning, you gasp and let out a shriek.

"Yes yes, that's it, take me you fucker, take me wherever you want."

You're a fucking dream come true. Your cunt clenches around me and squeeze out more lube watching it run down the crack of your ass to meet my cock sliding in and out of your hole. I chuck the bottle of lube aside and take both your ass cheeks in my hand, spreading you hard, to get the perfect view of my dick ravishing your cunt as my thumbs make their way to the centre where your quivering anus waits.

"Do it," you snarl, twisting your head to the side to look up through your hair, stuck to your face with sweat and saliva.

I push your ass apart harder with my palms as I slide my thumb tips around in the lube, slippery and raw, they feel over the tight bump of muscles then into the sweet dip of your opening.

Oh the memory of that moment as my right thumb eased in, the sound that came from you was animal, febrile, you pushed back, filling yourself up. My thumb slid in, engulfed by your tight ring, I pounded your pussy hard, feeling my cock through the thin walls between.

I'm fingering my cock and balls now, wanking myself hard to the rhythm of the images in my memory. Fuck, I can barely keep going I have to slow.

"Fucking do it," I whisper, the same words you growl, pressing my second thumb to where the knuckle of my first is hidden.

I press harder than I think you can take, forging my way in, trying to be gentle as you push back and tremble forward. Protecting ourselves and opening up all at once. It's fucking magical.

And with a grunt, my thumb is in. knuckles grinding against each other as we fuck.

"Yes, yes," you shout out, all the words of fuck spill from your filthy tongue as I take you, or are you taking me? I can't tell now. It's all merged and my cock is in my hand, pictures scattered over the floor, hot, wet, pounding fucking but you want more.

"Put your dick in my ass, stretch me open," you say, your breath ragged and words fractured.

I reach to get the lube, liberally drizzling it over my cock as I wank myself off and see in my mind's eye my thumbs vacating your ass and my cock in my fist, head poised at your entrance.

My hand pumps furiously and my fingers squeeze tight. I slow, holding my cockhead steady, mimicking the tight journey to breach your hole. I squeeze the very tip as tight as I can take it, making my other fist into a tight ring, just like yours. I push on through the twitching and opening, asking you to bear down, allow me entry, you do and with a huge gasp, my cockhead slips in, and we wait. Breathing slowly. Allowing expansion. I hold my own dick steady trying to re-enact all the stages of this sweet hot victory between us.

You groan, and move your weight slowly back, guiding the pace. My shaft slides millimetre by millimetre into your dark hole. It's excruciatingly arousing and my balls surge, I hold you still.

"Wait, wait," I say, waiting for the twitching to stop. I do not want to come yet.

We pause, electricity and static sparking between us.

The images before me keep me in the here and now for a moment before, blam, I'm back inside you, I can't hold back and neither can you, you shunt back hard and my clock slides right up to the hilt, and I'm inside you. We shout out together and then I pull out to the rim of my cockhead, seeing the bulge behind the ring of your stretched out anus and then I forge back in, and I can't believe I'm fucking your ass.

It's hot, tight, slippery and everything I knew it would be. You clench even harder and ride me back, stroke for stroke, taking me deeper and harder than I ever thought possible.

"Fuck me fuck me you say and I reach round to your clit, frigging it hard as I'm so close, so close to coming,

You reach up to my hand and hold my fingers onto you, adding pressure to your clit.

Our rhythm becomes ragged and stuttered as you start the climb to your orgasm, I feel it, deep inside, welling and surging, you're writhing beneath me, engulfing me in molten lust. My balls tighten, the root of my cock buried in your ass, swells and sound and stars burst between us as we erupt together, a roaring hard wet climax.

"Fuuuuuck," you scream as your head twists from side to side, raw lust in your expression with your eyes screwed tight shut, oh fuck indeed. My cock is spasming out hot jizz up inside your tight ass and it's all I can do to hang on around your waist with one arm as my other hand is jammed tight to your pulsing clit.

After-spurts and twitching continue and we're panting together, me holding you, you holding me. Finally we flop to one side, me still held inside you, I never want to come out.

My hand is still clamped between your legs pinned by our bodies. I reach up to your face with my other hand, nuzzling into your neck. I push your hair from your cheeks, eyes and forehead to see you smiling hard. Teeth exposed and eyes still closed. You reach up yourself, hiding your face in your palm and giggle.

"Well," you say still covering your eyes, "That was…"

I cup your jaw gently, pulling your focus to me. We stare at each other intently.

"Yes…" I say, "it was…"

We grin hard at each other and my softening cock is finally released from your tight grip. You roll over and I pull my arm out from underneath and reach out for the polaroid we've been documenting our last evening with.

"Theo," you say, trying to bat it away, "the state of this place!"

But I take an image of the scene, rumpled sheets, blindfold and lube and it clicks and spits out the photo with that mechanical whir. I place it on the nightstand with the others and bid you sit up.

Your long dark hair cascades in that beautiful freshly fucked dishevelled way and your expression is raw, stunning. Your eyes meet the lens with such clarity and honest connection that it brings a lump to my throat.

I want a portrait of you in this moment for me to remember. For me to keep as a token, for moments like these when I'm missing you so much—a delicious perfect deposit in my wank bank.

THE END.