Earlier this month, I started on a different antidepressant and tapering off the Effexor, and I think my libido is really springing back up. And I found out last month that Russ is getting a divorce -- so the previous fantasy I wrote down has gotten longer.

After I get the energy to ease myself off Gus, I slowly roll off the bed and stand up to walk over to the chair where Russ is tied. In this version one hand is tied to each arm of the chair. I smile mischievously at him and he says, "You're evil."

I straighten up. "No, I'm not. If I were evil, instead of undoing your restraints, I'd be unfastening your clothes!" I lean over to whisper in his ear, "getting just enough out of the way so i can feel you . . . and then finally straddling you, on top of you in that chair, my tits in your face, your cock pressed against my belly . . . and you couldn't push me away -- you'd still be tied down. That would be evil." He's lost in the scenario and doesn't say anything at first. I stand up and take a step around in front of him toward the hand that's still bound, but he reaches out with the free hand to give me the slightest of pushes toward him. I smile at him and lift a knee to start kneeling over him in the wide hotel chair. "Is this what you want?" I ask before my other foot leaves the floor, and he just nods breathlessly as I lever myself into the position I described to him. He keeps the unbound hand on the chair arm as if I had never untied it, as I unbutton his shirt and then his pants, mostly by feel because I want to press my torso against his, though I have to raise myself up enough to be able to shove his pants and shorts downward. He pushes himself up from the chair until I can get the fabric out of the way, and point his hard-on in basically the right direction before I quickly slide down onto it, so wet that a slight mis-aim doesn't matter because the head of his cock adjusts itself to the most yielding part of my slickness. Gus is watching us now, I expect, but my back is to him.

I can't believe it's been more than a year since I wrote in here. I think having roommates was an added damper on horniness -- but yay they've moved away! And Annie has made it clear that her remarks about fucking Ed on the ex-roomies' futon weren't just glee at being rid of people who had been mean to her, but genuine desire for Ed. So now she's coming to visit -- we'll see.

My own recent fantasies involve Russ. The staying-in-a-hotel-after-clubbing scenario, him and Gus and me coming back to the room a little buzzed, Gus nuzzling my shoulder, Russ making some remark and me inviting him to join in and him saying he can't, he's a married man (even though they're separated). Then I suggest we should tie him to the chair and make him watch Gus and me. Russ makes that little noise of indrawn breath and I grin widely and dig the sash of my bathrobe out of my bag to wrap around his torso and shoulders and the base of the chair. His own tie, abandoned after work, binds his wrists together -- in his lap, so he could manage to jerk off if he tried. Then I strip, slowly, showing off for both guys, and join Gus on the bed. We kiss for a long time with our hands all over each other and I'm unbuttoning his shirt, and once that's shrugged off, his pants. He lies down on his back to get those off and almost as soon as they're out of they way I'm straddling him, stretching forward to offer my tits to him, mindful that our audience is a tit man. But I really need that cock inside me and I'm much too short to manage that when he's sucking a nipple, so I squirm away from his mouth and get us positioned to just slam myself down on his cock.

I'm rocking back and forth around his pole, flicking his nipple rings on that end of the arc, what little thinking I can manage to do dedicated to keeping my hair from covering the side of my face that's toward Russ. I want that view of him in my peripheral vision, rapt in what he's seeing -- and I want him to be able to see my expression, when I can't even keep my eyes open because my other senses are overloading. Gus is pounding me from below and he's brought a hand up to find my clit; the combination is taking me over the edge, my moans have reached their highest pitch. I'm too caught up to even glance at Russ; I just collapse forward onto Gus and every move brings aftershocks to my crotch.