Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Fuzzy Memories

I danced around the room as I pulled the duvet off the bed. I folded it up and set it on the chair so I could strip the sheets. As I pulled off the top sheet I giggled as I found my bra from the night before. I don’t know how I didn’t feel it by my feet while I was sleeping. But I grabbed it and threw it in with my delicates. The last thing I needed was my raspberry bra to dye all our white sheets pink.

But even as the bra hung effortlessly on the hamper I still could not remember it being lost the night before. There was a comment at one point about how my ass was so red that it matched my bra, but that must have been early in the evening. Several flashes ran through my head as I collected the sheets and made my way down to the washer. As I walked down the stairs, I remember crawling up them the night before. The bra was still on then.

I was trying to be coy as I brought him the riding crop in my teeth. I had crawled to him as I came down from putting the kids to bed. I had been rubbing his arm and grinding against him all evening to let him know that I really wanted to play. But I thought this obvious begging action would be appreciated, and it was. I could still feel the stings as I walked the sheets to the basement. When I came back I curled up on the couch with my coffee mug and my phone. I quickly flipped through photos of the night before, some of which I didn’t even know he had taken. I was immediately aroused just thinking about his hands, toys, and cock all over me. Remembering being kissed and teased as I begged for more had me shaking so much I put my coffee down. I found a video he took of me licking his shaft and I could feel my pussy getting wet.

I was glad that I hadn’t gotten around to pants yet this morning as I reached into my panties and felt my clit swell with my touch. I watched the video again as I rubbed up and down my folds. Flipping through photos of him beating, then fucking, then beating me again. My hands stayed around the perimeter of my entrance until I couldn’t hold on any longer. Two fingers was all I needed to rush headlong into a glorious orgasm. I continued to slowly rub my clit as I came down into a puddle of relaxing goo. I flipped through a few more photos and started daydreaming all over again of the night before and trying to plot out if we could do it again tonight.

I grabbed my coffee for a quick sip and thought about another slideshow and orgasm before I needed to move the sheets.

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2 Responses to “Fuzzy Memories”

  • ancilla ksst

    How lovely! I enjoy thinking back over a hot evening too, so much!

  • Kayla Lords

    Fuzzy memories the next day are some of the best…and I can totally relate to the grinding thing when you want to let them know you’re in the mood to play. Rawr.


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