RePOST: What happens at midnight.
NOT WORK SAFE!
Its ten minutes ‘til midnight. I can’t sleep. You’re so far away. You went out of town without me. Every night at midnight since you left, I’ve received sexy text messages from you. Right now, I am anxiously awaiting them. I’m sweating, because it was too hot. I can’t move, think, or sleep. I lay so still, as if I know you’ll come home tonight and see me waiting. Waiting for relief. My bedside phone rings. I’m too tired, and too horny to answer. But I do. Its you.
You tell me to undress. I hear an echo, like you are far away.
“But baby,” I say, “my roommate…”
“Undress.” It's all I hear before the click of the phone.
I sat and wondered what you could have in store for me. I smiled. I got up and walked into my walk-in closet. I hate having clothes all over my floor, unless I’m in the moment, of course. As I removed my pajamas, I heard the door open.
It was my roommate, Jasmine. “Are you alright in there?” I’m glad I was in the closet, so she couldn’t see that I was naked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied.
“Are you sure? Cause you were making some weird noises.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Ok. Goodnight.” The door closed.
“Goodnight.” The words came out automatically. I wasn’t even thinking about my roommate. I was thinking about you.
I climbed into bed. Just as I did, I received a text message on my cell w/ a picture attached. The message said, ‘Lock your bedroom door. Unlock your balcony door. Put on your blindfold. Wait for me.’ The picture was of you, not wearing a stitch of clothing. I closed it immediately. I forgot how sexy you were, though you’ve only been gone a short time. Just thinking about the things you could do to me if you were here, made me create a large wet spot in my bed.
I lay in my bed for what I thought was an hour (it was really only 10 minutes). Just as I started to doze off, I heard shuffling on my balcony.
“Baby?” I whispered. But as soon as I did, the shuffling stopped. My mind wandered. I kept thinking about the stranger fantasy I told you about. I kept trying to remember exactly what I said, but the thoughts never came. If they had, I would know what was about to come next.
An uneasiness washed over me, because I couldn’t’ remember my own fantasy, the same fantasy I felt was about to come true.
I whisper again, slightly louder this time, “Baby?” I heard nothing, just the blow off the wind and…loud rough sex? ‘That has to be Jasmine watching Devinn Lane and Evan Stone, again. I swear that girl masturbates more than she studies.’ I thought to myself. My roommate and I share a favorite porn star. I heard the sounds of pleasure come from the other side of the wall. ‘Monica’s boyfriend must be back.’ I thought to myself. ‘Why else would there be any noise coming from her room.’
I kept hearing the moaning coming from my roommates’ rooms. It kept getting louder and louder, as if they were being fucked harder and harder. I kept thinking, ‘this bastard has me in here with a blindfold on while my roommates are getting their brains fucked out by themselves and/or others…or both.’
“This so sucks.” I happened to say out loud just as all the noises suddenly stopped.
“You soon will.” It was you. I didn’t even hear you come in.
“Baby!” I was so excited to hear your voice. You sounded like you were right next to me, but when I reached out to touch you, all I got was air.
“Keep your hands to yourself. You’ll get your chance…after we’re done.”
“Wait! We’re? Who the hell is ‘We’re’?” I didn’t remember telling you I wanted us to fuck anybody but each other.
“Quiet.” You use this firm tone of voice I’ve never heard before. It’s strangely sexy. I stay quiet, anticipating what you’re going to do to me.
Soft hands began to caress my skin…a woman’s hands? They were way too soft to be a man’s.
“Um...Baby?”
I heard a woman’s voice, “Quiet, slave.” Her voice was sexy. I’ve never thought a woman’s voice to be sexy….until now. “You will not say one word until you are spoken to. You will address us as Mistress and Master, and if you pass this test, well, you’ll get a big surprise.”
‘Surprise?’ I thought to myself ‘A car, an orgasm. What could this woman possibly give me, or maybe he’ll give me something. A vacation to Maui will be nice.’ …
I felt a feather began to caress my skin, starting at my toes. It tickled, so I giggled.
“Make another sound, and I will beat you until you bleed.” It was the woman’s voice; it held such malice, I obeyed against my will…
Its ten minutes ‘til midnight. I can’t sleep. You’re so far away. You went out of town without me. Every night at midnight since you left, I’ve received sexy text messages from you. Right now, I am anxiously awaiting them. I’m sweating, because it was too hot. I can’t move, think, or sleep. I lay so still, as if I know you’ll come home tonight and see me waiting. Waiting for relief. My bedside phone rings. I’m too tired, and too horny to answer. But I do. Its you.
You tell me to undress. I hear an echo, like you are far away.
“But baby,” I say, “my roommate…”
“Undress.” It's all I hear before the click of the phone.
I sat and wondered what you could have in store for me. I smiled. I got up and walked into my walk-in closet. I hate having clothes all over my floor, unless I’m in the moment, of course. As I removed my pajamas, I heard the door open.
It was my roommate, Jasmine. “Are you alright in there?” I’m glad I was in the closet, so she couldn’t see that I was naked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied.
“Are you sure? Cause you were making some weird noises.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Ok. Goodnight.” The door closed.
“Goodnight.” The words came out automatically. I wasn’t even thinking about my roommate. I was thinking about you.
I climbed into bed. Just as I did, I received a text message on my cell w/ a picture attached. The message said, ‘Lock your bedroom door. Unlock your balcony door. Put on your blindfold. Wait for me.’ The picture was of you, not wearing a stitch of clothing. I closed it immediately. I forgot how sexy you were, though you’ve only been gone a short time. Just thinking about the things you could do to me if you were here, made me create a large wet spot in my bed.
I lay in my bed for what I thought was an hour (it was really only 10 minutes). Just as I started to doze off, I heard shuffling on my balcony.
“Baby?” I whispered. But as soon as I did, the shuffling stopped. My mind wandered. I kept thinking about the stranger fantasy I told you about. I kept trying to remember exactly what I said, but the thoughts never came. If they had, I would know what was about to come next.
An uneasiness washed over me, because I couldn’t’ remember my own fantasy, the same fantasy I felt was about to come true.
I whisper again, slightly louder this time, “Baby?” I heard nothing, just the blow off the wind and…loud rough sex? ‘That has to be Jasmine watching Devinn Lane and Evan Stone, again. I swear that girl masturbates more than she studies.’ I thought to myself. My roommate and I share a favorite porn star. I heard the sounds of pleasure come from the other side of the wall. ‘Monica’s boyfriend must be back.’ I thought to myself. ‘Why else would there be any noise coming from her room.’
I kept hearing the moaning coming from my roommates’ rooms. It kept getting louder and louder, as if they were being fucked harder and harder. I kept thinking, ‘this bastard has me in here with a blindfold on while my roommates are getting their brains fucked out by themselves and/or others…or both.’
“This so sucks.” I happened to say out loud just as all the noises suddenly stopped.
“You soon will.” It was you. I didn’t even hear you come in.
“Baby!” I was so excited to hear your voice. You sounded like you were right next to me, but when I reached out to touch you, all I got was air.
“Keep your hands to yourself. You’ll get your chance…after we’re done.”
“Wait! We’re? Who the hell is ‘We’re’?” I didn’t remember telling you I wanted us to fuck anybody but each other.
“Quiet.” You use this firm tone of voice I’ve never heard before. It’s strangely sexy. I stay quiet, anticipating what you’re going to do to me.
Soft hands began to caress my skin…a woman’s hands? They were way too soft to be a man’s.
“Um...Baby?”
I heard a woman’s voice, “Quiet, slave.” Her voice was sexy. I’ve never thought a woman’s voice to be sexy….until now. “You will not say one word until you are spoken to. You will address us as Mistress and Master, and if you pass this test, well, you’ll get a big surprise.”
‘Surprise?’ I thought to myself ‘A car, an orgasm. What could this woman possibly give me, or maybe he’ll give me something. A vacation to Maui will be nice.’ …
I felt a feather began to caress my skin, starting at my toes. It tickled, so I giggled.
“Make another sound, and I will beat you until you bleed.” It was the woman’s voice; it held such malice, I obeyed against my will…