The Writer's Loft

I remember a time when she was mine and she knelt before me on her knees. Her lipstick was smeared after having finished worshipping my cock and her belly was full of my seed. She was such a wanton little sub, one who would do anything to put a smile on my face. And as I wiped a bit of my seed from the corner of her lips and pressed my finger into her mouth, she closed her eyes and started again. 

I let her work her talented lips and tongue across and between my fingers. Two days without an orgasm, and oh, how she was desperate to please. Little did she know just how excruciating it would be to wait twenty-nine more. This would be the most difficult month for us both.