As I mentioned in my first blog entry, I LOVE when my readers write to me and tell me in detail what hey think about when they masturbate about me. This one wasn't long but I could just feel the intensity of his desire for me!
Hi Kelly,
You asked me if I masturbate to you. Yes, I especially love the stories where you seduce married men - men like me.
A long time ago you got upset with me for something I said online. To be honest I don’t even remember what it was anymore. But because of you putting me in my place this is one of the erotic stories I think about when masturbating.
I’m on a subway late at night. You come on the subway with Kristen, Beth, and Brenda. There is no one else on the subway car. The four of you circle me and push me to the ground. Each of you is wearing a strap-on. You are in front of me and push my face into your wet pussy. Beth and Brenda are on each side of me. Kristen is behind me. Kristen ties my hands behind my back. All four of you remove my clothes. Kristen puts lube in my ass crack. She has a huge 12” dildo in her strap-on. Kristen starts to pump into my puckered ass. Meanwhile the person in front of me gets her pussy eaten. If she doesn’t cum I get whipped twenty times.
Beth has setup her iPhone camera recording the scene and sending it to the Cloud. Kelly, unbeknownst to me, has FaceTimed my wife to tell her that her husband wants you to watch something. Every five minutes the four of you rotate around me taking turns. The woman in front of me gets her pussy eaten. The woman behind me pegs me nice and hard. After an hour you tell me that you FaceTimed the whole scene and my wife has been watching the whole time. My wife is a prude and wants a divorce.
You collar me and pull out a leash from your pocket. I’m crawling on all fours as you tell me, I’m your property and slave now. You now own me.
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I know that is not the type of thing you are into but I loved it when you put me in my place a long time ago. Whatever it was it made you upset enough to write about it to your site. I honestly don’t remember why. I’m glad that it was a long time ago and forgotten.
Much love,
(name withheld)