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.