Use Me

Three meetings tomorrow…? That’s too much.

Guess I’m skipping my morning workout. I’ll… just stop by the gym on my way home from the office, maybe.

Oh, no, wait, we’re doing happy hour tomorrow. And the bar is on the other side of town, which means… I’ll probably have to leave work a little early to get there and find parking.

“You okay over there?”

“Mmhm. Just… a hectic schedule this week.”

“Every week, you mean.”

“True.”

“Are you getting the ‘Sunday scaries’?”

“I guess so, yeah. I really, really don’t want to go to work tomorrow… too much to do.”

“Well, I can’t help you there, but… you know what today is, right?”

“What?”

“Sexy Sunday.”

“Oh my god. Oh, babe, I completely forgot.”

“It’s okay, it’s all good. I got busy tonight, too.”

“But that’s the whole thing, we’re supposed to put everything aside and have just ‘us’ time…”

“I mean… the night’s not over yet. We still got time.”

‘Sexy Sunday’ sounds… not very sexy, but it’s actually been a life-saver in our relationship.

I heard about this idea of scheduling time for sex with your partner on some podcast, and at first, it sounded… I don’t know, really cheesy or too forced or something.

But I mentioned it to you one night, and you kind of liked the idea. Time just for us, no matter what.

We had been having some dry spells here and there due to work… traveling… packed schedules. We both wanted to be more intimate, but it was hard to sync up our energy and moods for a while there.

‘Sexy Sunday’ changed all of that. And now… it’s something to look forward to throughout the week. There’s less pressure… less guilt… when one of us isn’t in the mood.

But my favorite part is that there’s time to think about what we want to do when Sunday comes around…

“I kind of had something in mind, actually…”

“That’s funny, because… so did I.”

“Oh, okay, okay. And what would that be?”

“No, you go first.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m 99% positive I know what you’re going to say.”

“Okay, well… strap-on.”

“Yeah, I was totally right.”

“What? You know how much I love fucking you.”

“No, I completely agree. But… I have… something a little different in mind.”

“Mmm. Like…?”

“Like… you wear the strap, but… I’m going to fuck you.”

“Hm. Intriguing. Tell me more.”

“Well, I know you’re obsessed with that new dildo, and you’ve been wanting to use it on me…”

“Really… really wanting to…”

“But tonight… I want you to just watch.”

I place my hands on your shoulders and guide you back onto the mound of pillows on our bed.

“Put it on.”

I’ve always loved the way you look wearing a strap-on. Just the sight of you curling your palm around the smooth dildo as you slide it into the o-ring…

My absolute favorite thing is being on my stomach and watching us in the mirror as you fuck me from behind while you’re wearing it. That image of our reflection in the mirror… I’ve masturbated to that too many times to count.

“You know how hard it’s going to be for me to just watch…”

“I know. And that’s why… I’m going to make sure that’s all you do.”

You’re pliant and malleable in my hands… letting me lift and gather your wrists without protest.

I wrap one of our burgundy leather cuffs around each one. With your hands above your head, I clip the cuffs around a slat in our headboard.

“My sweet little toy…”

“Just a thing for me to fuck. I know, you want to touch, but I want you to just lie there.”

“This… this is cruel…”

“I know it is. Just be a body… with nothing to do… nothing to think about… just be a toy for me to use.”

I lean forward and curl my hand gently around your chin. My thumb grazes over your bottom lip… and you close your mouth around it.

“It’s hard for you, I know. You’re usually the one fucking me…”

“But, tonight, I’m going to fuck myself on this big, beautiful cock of yours… and you’re just going to watch.”

“Fuck…”

I sit back on my heels and take off my bra.

Fuck, that feels good after a long day…

I’m going to give you a few moments just to look at me. Look at what you can’t touch… what you can’t have.

I lean forward and rest my hands on the headboard. My breasts hang in front of your face, just close enough for you to get your mouth on them.

“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“I know how much it turns you on to fuck me… but… just think of this as a test of patience. How patient can you be for me…?”

I slide back down your body and settle with my knees on either side of your hips.

Your eyes focus on my hand circling around my nipples, tracing patterns around them until they’re hard and sensitive…

I slowly drag one hand down between my legs.

“You’re fully trying to torture me…”

“A little bit.”

“It’s working.”

I run my hand lightly over my pussy, just grazing over my lips… letting my fingers drag through the soft hair.

“You want to know how wet I am?”

“Yeah.”

“Mm, let’s see.”

I dip one finger inside… followed by another.

I glide my fingers from my clit all the way down to my entrance a few times. I’m… fuck, I’m… definitely wet…

“Want a taste?”

The sight of your lips around my wet fingers… heat passes through me as I lean forward and press my lips against yours.

“You’re so sweet when you’re desperate…”

“I want to see more…”

I love how such a small, simple thing as seeing how wet I am is turning you on.

I sit back and put my fingers against my clit again. This time, I just… rub it… with slow, soft strokes…

“Mm, god… keep your eyes on me… keep them right here…”

My body is flush with heat… I can feel my pussy starting to clench and squeeze… aching for more.

“You’re being so good… I guess you can see more…”

I reach between my legs and hold the case of the cock steady with one hand. Your thigh twitches as I drag two fingers slowly down the center of your chest.

“I need you to stop teasing…”

“I think you can handle it.”

I lift myself up a little and position the tip right at my entrance. And slowly… I lower myself down on it.

“Oh…”

That initial fullness is so good… fuck, I can feel every inch of it inside me.

My pussy clenches around the smooth shaft as I adjust to the sensation.

“Oh, c’mon…”

Your hips twitch and shift a little beneath me like you’re trying to fill me even more, trying to fuck me without using your hands.

“Uh-uh… no moving. Stay still.”

I lean forward and press my hands against your shoulders to steady myself. I sink my nails into your skin and grind my hips against you.

“You look so… hot…”

My thighs are starting to tremble as I fuck myself on you. Every little thrust sends a wave of heat rippling through me…

“Oh, yeah… keep going…”

“You’re not in a position to be giving orders.”

I bend forward at my waist and press my chest against yours. My mouth finds your nipples, and I suck each one between my teeth.

“Mmm, fuck—yes—fuck me, baby.”

I bounce my hips harder into the dildo. I want to take you as deep as I possibly can…

“I love you like this…”

“Yeah? You like when I take what I want?”

“Yeah, you can take it all. Just use me, baby.”

I ride you harder, faster. I need more… need more of you…

“That’s right, use me…”

Every muscle in my body feels tight. I know I’m getting close… but I want to hold on as long as I can… to make this moment last.

You rock your hips up into me as I thrust down, like you can sense I need more, like I’m close to the edge.

“Oh, that’s it, keep going, baby—make yourself cum on me, make yourself—”

I want to see how wet that made you.

“It was really fucking hot, so… you should see for yourself.”

I’m still reeling from my orgasm as I undo the harness clasps around your waist. My body is buzzing from how… intense that felt. Literally using you like that…

I pull the harness down your hips and push two fingers between your legs.

“Damn, you… are not kidding.”

I lift up your knees and push them apart a little as I settle on my stomach between your legs.

That was one of the more memorable orgasms I’ve had recently and… I want to return the favor.

I put my face between your legs and glide my tongue through your pussy.

“Oh… baby…”

I feel your fingers grip my hair as I curl my hands around your thighs. My tongue glides over your clit as you hold my head still in the exact position you want it.

There’s something so fucking hot about that feeling, about you putting me in place and holding me there.

“Oh, right there, right there—”

Your hips buck into my face harder and your nails press into my scalp.

“I want to make you cum as hard as I did.”

“Yeah, give me more—more, please—”

I slide two fingers inside you and curl them up to your g-spot.

I hold them there while I focus my tongue on your clit.

“Oh, keep going. Keep going, I’m so close…”

“Cum in my mouth.”

“Yeah? You want me to—? Fuck, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

I thrust my fingers in you harder and faster and you fuck my face with just as much effort. Your thighs squeeze around my ears… your whole body feels tense.

“Um… okay. Wow.”

“I was… not expecting that.”

“Sexy Sunday strikes again.”