Subspace?

Subspace...I read about it...I understand the concept. However, I've never fully believed I have been there...until today.

In the middle of what can only be described as a leisurely afternoon blow job and cock stroking, Thirty says, "I need to pee."

Ummm...ok.

He gets up and says with a smirk, "Come on."

Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Shirt and bra off."

I remove everything...I know where this is going.

"Kneel in the bathtub."

I obey, but I'm nervous. And, I'm smiling nervously. I feel a little silly from all the smiling.

"Suck me."

The blow job continues...I'm so turned on...and a little chilly in the cold bathtub...

"Enough."

And he starts to piss on me...first a few drops, then a full hot stream...I close my eyes.

"Open your mouth."

My eyes fly open as I look at him questioningly. Really? I hesitate. He strokes my hair.

"Do it."

I open my mouth. He pisses over my stomach and breasts, across my shoulders, up my neck, onto my face...into my open mouth, across my tightly shut eyes, into my hair...

I sputter and cough, letting piss and spit spill down my chin and drip onto my breasts. I peek through dampened lashes at him...he's smiling, of course.

All of a sudden, I close my eyes again and relax. The hot stream continues across my chest and shoulders. The feeling is almost peaceful...enveloping...and I actually think the word "subspace" because this is the point where I would do anything he asked.

Then, it's over.

"Clean me up."

He's smiling at my disheveled, piss-covered appearance while I suck his cock. I can feel that he enjoys what he sees, and I take him deeper.

"Your turn to clean up."

I rinse myself in the shower and return to find him laying across the bed, stroking his cock. I explore his mouth and tongue as he masturbates himself to orgasm, allowing me to drink my fill of his come.

I love when he "feeds" me.

Update

I think about this blog...every time he fucks me...every time he makes me come...I think about it.

I think of the stories he creates...when he uses me...when he enjoys me...I really do think about it.

Then, I forget...because he's fucking me again...because he's claiming me again...and then I think about it...again.

So, with a few stolen moments, I hope to get words on the screen...to relive his hands on my skin and his cock inside me...again.

Enjoy.

Filling me...

The first time 30 came inside me is almost impossible to convey into words. After fucking for what seemed like forever, I felt him tensing, felt his cock harden even more inside me, felt him explode over and over filling my pussy...then we lay spent, catching our breath...

All I could think about was tasting him...tasting his come as it combined with my own juices... I dipped my fingers deep inside my well-fucked pussy, then brought them to my lips, licking our sex from my dripping fingers over and over.

Later that night, thinking about the day's events and still smelling of sex, I masturbated by rubbing his come over my clit until I came again.

Falling asleep, all I could think about was him filling me...