Chapter 18 by olly

What is Emma's deepest, darkest, fantasy?

Emma wants you to her

A couple hours later Emma writes you an email back:

John,

Reading this makes me so hungry for you. I want to taste you, and feel you in my mouth.

To be clear, nothing you've said is off limits or out of bounds. You letter made me very wet. You make me tingle all over.

I ran into the bathroom to read what you sent me on my phone and wished you were here. Then while sitting in a stall I started gently circling my clit with two fingers, until I could feel myself getting wet and I massaged it up over my clit, just like you do when you're here, when I can feel how hard you are pressed up against me, or in my hand and I know that any minute you're going to give it to me.

I remembered I have this steel barbell for my pussy, to keep it strong. It was so icy cold when I pulled it out of my purse. I had to ease it in very slowly just to heat it up. Pretty soon I was moving it in and out and rubbing my clit, thinking of you and wishing it was your cock inside of me. Remembering this morning before you left when you laid on my back and fucked me so good from behind. It wasn't long until it was too much for me. I came and it felt so good, it was such a release.

You asked me for my deepest darkest fantasy, well here it goes: I want you to **** me. I mean you take me by **** and I'll fight you off with all of my might. I mean no safe words. This is my permission, your defense in a court of law. Do with me whatever you want, take me, **** me, punish me, hurt me.

I hope that doesn't freak you out.

PS, damn you, now I have to go to work...

You jerk off after you read Emma's email and immediately start on a plan to **** the woman you love.