Read Online The Diary Of A Submissive: A True Story by Sophie Morgan - Free Book Online
Authors: Sophie Morgan
Ads: Link
foot in it by saying something that would either hurt his feelings or have him reassess my motivations for our friendship – did he actually
want
me to think that sort of thing? Or would it make him feel awkward knowing I felt that way? Vagueness was the plan.
‘There’s no point really, you don’t fancy me.’
He laughed. ‘What makes you say that?’
I threw a pillow at him. ‘You’ve never tried to make a move. It’s all platonic, remember?’
The silence lasted so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a whisper. ‘It doesn’t need to be.’
‘Oh.’ Not my finest response, I’ll grant you, but I honestly didn’t know quite what else to say under the circumstances. Suddenly his hand was stroking my shoulder in the darkness, over the duvet, tentative and a little shy. I let it linger for a second or two, before finally succumbing, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.
Our hands traced each other’s bodies, firstly over our clothes – he mocked me for my pyjamas, being too cool for anything other than a t-shirt and boxers himself, and got a smack on the arm for his troubles – and then he slowly undid the buttons of my top, sliding his hand in to touch my breasts, moulding them and playing with the nipples. I whimpered quietly, enjoying the sensation, after so long, of someone touching me there, even before he slid his hand further down, into the waistband of my trousers, and under my knickers. As he touched me between my legs I moaned, spreading them wider, encouraging his fingers to continue their playful dance, thrilling at the sensation. Meanwhile I was sliding my hands into his boxers, taking his cock in my hand, echoing his movements with my own, and eliciting a similar moan from him. Our hands moved for a long time, back and forth, as we enjoyed the sensations we were evoking in each other. His hand, assured, pressed firmly against my clit, over andover again, until I couldn’t restrain myself any more. The orgasm literally made my toes curl. My breathing returned to normal, and as I whispered to him I couldn’t hide the need in my voice. ‘Please, go get a condom.’
There was an abrupt pause. ‘What?’
‘What do you mean, what? A condom. Please. I want you to fuck me.’
‘Fuck!’
‘Yes, fuck.’
‘No, that’s not what I mean. Fuck!’
‘What?’
His voice was so forlorn that in another situation I’d have laughed. ‘I don’t
have
a condom with me. I wasn’t expecting us to do this tonight.’ He paused. ‘I don’t suppose
you
have a—’
I snorted. ‘I haven’t had sex for over a year, and I definitely wasn’t expecting anything to happen tonight.’
Now he sounded
really
forlorn. ‘Oh.’
I definitely couldn’t hide the amusement in my voice – or my urge to make mischief – then. ‘Look, don’t worry about it, let’s just say goodnight …’ His cock twitched in my hand as I spoke, and he made a strangled noise I assumed to be part outrage and part frustration. But then, I gave him a squeeze, and moved myself lower down the bed to take him in my mouth.
His groan as my lips encircled him was rich and made me feel not unlike a goddess. I licked him languorously, taking my time and enjoying the moment his hands clenched to grab the duvet, the way his body arched and stretched as I began to wring the pleasure from him. Ithad been a while since I’d had the chance to do this, and while I wasn’t planning on being too mean on the teasing front, I had no intention of ending it too soon either. I took my time and, finally, when he came, stroking my hair and whispering my name, I felt a strange sense of achievement. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t be putting it on my CV or anything, but it felt lovely, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Of course the problem with nights like that is you have to wake up. I came back to consciousness to find myself pretty much nose to nose with him, our
want
me to think that sort of thing? Or would it make him feel awkward knowing I felt that way? Vagueness was the plan.
‘There’s no point really, you don’t fancy me.’
He laughed. ‘What makes you say that?’
I threw a pillow at him. ‘You’ve never tried to make a move. It’s all platonic, remember?’
The silence lasted so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a whisper. ‘It doesn’t need to be.’
‘Oh.’ Not my finest response, I’ll grant you, but I honestly didn’t know quite what else to say under the circumstances. Suddenly his hand was stroking my shoulder in the darkness, over the duvet, tentative and a little shy. I let it linger for a second or two, before finally succumbing, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.
Our hands traced each other’s bodies, firstly over our clothes – he mocked me for my pyjamas, being too cool for anything other than a t-shirt and boxers himself, and got a smack on the arm for his troubles – and then he slowly undid the buttons of my top, sliding his hand in to touch my breasts, moulding them and playing with the nipples. I whimpered quietly, enjoying the sensation, after so long, of someone touching me there, even before he slid his hand further down, into the waistband of my trousers, and under my knickers. As he touched me between my legs I moaned, spreading them wider, encouraging his fingers to continue their playful dance, thrilling at the sensation. Meanwhile I was sliding my hands into his boxers, taking his cock in my hand, echoing his movements with my own, and eliciting a similar moan from him. Our hands moved for a long time, back and forth, as we enjoyed the sensations we were evoking in each other. His hand, assured, pressed firmly against my clit, over andover again, until I couldn’t restrain myself any more. The orgasm literally made my toes curl. My breathing returned to normal, and as I whispered to him I couldn’t hide the need in my voice. ‘Please, go get a condom.’
There was an abrupt pause. ‘What?’
‘What do you mean, what? A condom. Please. I want you to fuck me.’
‘Fuck!’
‘Yes, fuck.’
‘No, that’s not what I mean. Fuck!’
‘What?’
His voice was so forlorn that in another situation I’d have laughed. ‘I don’t
have
a condom with me. I wasn’t expecting us to do this tonight.’ He paused. ‘I don’t suppose
you
have a—’
I snorted. ‘I haven’t had sex for over a year, and I definitely wasn’t expecting anything to happen tonight.’
Now he sounded
really
forlorn. ‘Oh.’
I definitely couldn’t hide the amusement in my voice – or my urge to make mischief – then. ‘Look, don’t worry about it, let’s just say goodnight …’ His cock twitched in my hand as I spoke, and he made a strangled noise I assumed to be part outrage and part frustration. But then, I gave him a squeeze, and moved myself lower down the bed to take him in my mouth.
His groan as my lips encircled him was rich and made me feel not unlike a goddess. I licked him languorously, taking my time and enjoying the moment his hands clenched to grab the duvet, the way his body arched and stretched as I began to wring the pleasure from him. Ithad been a while since I’d had the chance to do this, and while I wasn’t planning on being too mean on the teasing front, I had no intention of ending it too soon either. I took my time and, finally, when he came, stroking my hair and whispering my name, I felt a strange sense of achievement. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t be putting it on my CV or anything, but it felt lovely, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Of course the problem with nights like that is you have to wake up. I came back to consciousness to find myself pretty much nose to nose with him, our
Similar Books
