*Dear Jason,*
*I’m writing you a letter! Could you believe such a thing when you moved in a month ago? It's a little antiquated, sure, but you’re a D&D nerd, so I figure you’ll enjoy the quill and parchment vibe, right?*
*Anyway, the reason I’m putting this all down on paper is to let you know that I’d like to take our relationship to the next level. Don’t worry; I’m not talking about boyfriend and girlfriend. That doesn’t really interest me much, TBH. What I’m talking about is a little different…*
*(Brace yourself lol)*
*I want you to be mine. Not in the boring, vanilla sense people normally mean when they say that. I mean mine to play with, mine to control, mine to tease, mine to deny. Mine to ride, grind, lick, suck, use–my own personal live-in sex toy whenever I need it.*
*Which will be often.*
*You’d still be my sweet, geeky roommate on the outside, but behind closed doors I’ll start to tease and edge your cock with my fingers and tongue until you’re begging me to let you finish. And sometimes I’ll let you, if you’re a good boy. On my face, in my mouth, on my glasses. Maybe even inside me. But only if I say so. And you will never know when that is.*
*That’s the fun!*
*For me.*
*In fact, I realized recently that knowing you’re not allowed to finish without my permission only makes me want to act even sluttier for you. Imagine it. Tiny outfits. Naked workouts. Sheer lingerie. Skirts with no panties. Slutty cosplays. Whispered instructions. More naked massages…*
*Fuck. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.*
*What do you think?*
*Sorry if this all seems kinda crazy but…I just can’t stop thinking about the way it felt when I came on your fingers, the way your cock looked so suckable, and the desperation in your voice. It was FUCKING HOT.*
*If this sounds like too much for you, then I totally understand. I’ll never mention it again. I think you’re a good roommate and I’d like to keep you here.*
*For real!*
*If, on the other hand, this sounds like something you’d be interested in (me taking total control of your cock, that is), then read on. I have some instructions for you…*
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I’d been thinking about the letter all day, about what Jason’s face might look like when he found it lying on the kitchen table at lunch. Was it too strong? Too slutty? Too stern? I didn’t want to scare him off, and yet, at the same time, I wanted to let him know exactly what he was in for, and so I had drafted the letter at least four times, stopping once in the middle to make myself cum, my dirty thoughts getting the better of me.
Now, hearing the apartment so quiet when I returned home made my heart race with excitement. Did that mean…?
I placed my keys on the rack and walked toward the living room, my heels clicking against the wooden floor as I rounded the corner and found him exactly where my letter told him to be if he agreed to my proposal; flat on his back, legs spread, arms by his sides. Naked. Waiting.
Oh my god.
He was mine to play with.
He had *agreed*.
His cock was so fucking hard all I could think about was how it would feel inside my mouth, but I forced myself to remain in the doorway, taking him all in, my eyes moving across his body. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and despite my immediate horniness at his submissiveness, I just stood there, watching him squirm under my gaze.
“I guess you read my letter,” I said at last.
He swallowed. “Yes.”
“Yes, *Sarah*.”
“Yes, Sarah.”
Fuck. Turns out I *loved* hearing my name like that; from a needy and obedient mouth. I stepped into the room and walked slowly around him.
“I had a long day,” I said, stepping over him now, placing one foot between his legs. “Tiring. Stressful. I think I need something to help me unwind.”
He didn’t speak. Just nodded, holding his breath.
I crouched down beside him, trailing my fingers lightly across his chest. With my other hand I unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my breasts out of my bra. They were heavy, a little sore from being covered all day, and it felt great to release them. They were so big they almost completely filled his vision, and my nipples hardened instantly.
“Did you think about me today?” I asked softly, gently rubbing my breasts for him, letting him watch as I squeezed each of them in turn, bringing them close to his face. “Did you think about what I said I was going to do to you in the letter?”
“Yes,” he said. “Very much.”
“Good,” I smiled, gently pulling on one of my nipples and allowing a little moan of pleasure to escape my throat. “I’ve been thinking about it too. A lot.”
His cock tensed and then released.
“You’ve been hard like this the whole time?” I asked, tilting my head, my voice syrup-sweet. “Do you need some attention?”
I sat back on my heels, took his cock in one hand, and gave it a single slow stroke. He groaned, head rolling back.
“You’re already so sensitive, huh?” I giggled, a little awestruck by the effect I was having on him. “I guess that’s what happens when I make you wait, isn’t it?”
“Yes…” he breathed. “Fuck that felt so good, please do it again.”
I wrapped my fingers around him again, firmer this time, and started to stroke him in long, slow pulls. My grip tightened enough to make his hips twitch upward, but loose enough to make him yearn for something firmer. I kept going. Watching him move, watching him writhe, and within a minute he was already close. I could feel it. The tension in his thighs, the pulse of his cock, the desperate way he looked at my tits.
“Is this what you thought about while you were lying here?” I asked, voice low. “Me coming home and using your cock to relax after work? Just stroking you until you’re right on the edge…then walking away?”
His back arched slightly. “Fuck. Yes.”
I laughed.
“Poor thing.” I leaned forward, letting a string of spit fall from my mouth and land on the head of his cock. “And I’ve barely done anything. I think this is what you really want.”
I moved fast, pumping him in firm, rhythmic strokes as I leaned forward and guided one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and bit my lip as he sucked on them gratefully and greedily.
“You want to cum for me?” I asked softly, still stroking him, increasing the pace, bouncing up and down, my tits still in his face. Fuck, I was enjoying this *way* too much.
“Yes, Sarah. Please…”
“Mmm. That’s a shame.”
And just like that, I let go again.
He gasped, his hips jerking upward uselessly, fucking the air where my hand used to be. A sharp, frustrated whine escaped his throat.
“Nooooo…”
“Don’t worry,” I said, smiling at him benevolently. “I’ve got no plans this evening. Do you?”
He shook his head.
“Good. In that case you’re going to stay just like this,” I said. “And I’m going to keep edging you. Again. And again. And again. Until your brain turns to mush. Does that sound fun?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “Fuck. Yes, Sarah. It sounds incredible.”
I laughed. “Good. I agree.” I licked my thumb and rubbed it lightly around the tip of his cock, watching him shudder. “Let’s see how many times I can get you to beg tonight…”
The answer, it turned out, was a lot…
[As always, please let me know if you are still interested in hearing the rest!]