After our road trip weekend, Steve and I spent as much time together as possible, but we couldn’t manage to get anytime alone together. So instead of having repeat performances of our night in the hotel, we continued sharing our fantasies via email and enjoyed our time together talking about things that are important to us. We both had high standards for ourselves when it came to our grades. Neither of us had a clear picture of the kind of career we wanted, instead when we thought of our future it was the family and the life we built that stood out as most important. He was clear that so long as he could have me and provide for me, he wasn’t too worried about the actual job he had. He expressed his worries about Curtis, since he started doing his own thing more and more; even traveling to go see Callie and Will. So far the conversation has only skirted around the possibility of Curtis transferring schools so he can be closer to them. Steve also skirted around the issue of accepting Sierra and Calvin; we don’t really know what is going on with them. I know she talks to him each night on the phone and usually leaves the room to do so.

Each night before going to sleep we email the other a new fantasy; not all of his were sexual in nature, some were talking about having children others talked about places he wants to take me. Each of his emails made me feel special and each expressed his love for me. In every one he thanked me for loving him and mentioned the pictures he took of me.

My Sweet Sexy Hannah,

I can’t stop looking at the pictures I took of you. I know I have told you over and over how fucking sexy you are, but I don’t think you understand exactly what I am saying. I feel addicted to looking at you. Whenever I have a minute my mind wanders to you and I remember that I have the pictures on my phone. If you weren’t mine, I would tell you that you could be an exotic model but you are mine and I don’t want anyone to see you like that. I feel like the luckiest bastard in the world knowing that it is my hands that will squeeze your ass; it’s my mouth that will wrap around your perfect pink nipples. Ugh, every time I think about it my dick gets hard.

No matter where I am when I get hard, I imagine you there with me. Today in the gym shower you crossed my mind, instantly I thought of having you in the shower. On your knees, stroking my cock as you lick and suck my balls. Then wrapping your lips around my cock, sucking me deep in your throat. Fuck that would be perfect. Or I would have you pushed up against the tile wall, with your legs locked behind my back as I pump my cock in your pussy. Or how about I bend you over as I slide my cock between your perfect ass cheeks, while you beg me to fuck your pussy and finger your ass. Hard. As. Fuck. Every. Damn. Time.

Thank you for my pictures baby. I love you now and forever.

-Steve

Most of mine focused on sex, because let’s be honest, I continue to explore the blog and that leads to lots of fantasies. As frequent as he mentioned the pictures of me I requested that we do a repeat photo session with him being the model or better yet we could set cameras up on tripods and take pictures of us together.

Sexy. As. Fuck. Steve.

I want to watch you strip naked. I want to take pictures of you as you remove all your clothes. I want a picture of you stroking your cock. Maybe a picture of you in the shower, leaning against the wall, with water running down your back, over your naked ass. Then a full body shot of you with your hands in your hair, head back and your cock hard. Hmmm.

I want you to take a picture of me as I kneel naked between your legs, stroking and sucking your cock. My eyes wide open looking at you.

I want pictures of us naked together. I need to figure out the details of how I can make that happen. I want pictures of your head between my legs, of me riding you, of you pounding me from behind.

I love you.

~H

My sexual discovery continued and it was quickly determined I really did fit into the Kinky Bitch category, at least in my thoughts. When Sierra and I would talk about it, she always posed the question of whether I would really act upon the fantasies. I always went back to the roommate sharing story; it was the only one that I really wasn’t sure I would carry out. For the most part I didn’t hold back when sharing my fantasies with Steve, but that was one I hadn’t shared yet. Partly because I was still exploring what part of that story turned me on the most, let’s face it, there were several areas to explore: being watched, adding a third and anal play.

I learned through reading the fantasies that Steve shared he was all for anal play. I also discovered he was willing to play some in public, but none of his fantasies went as far as being caught or seen. He has been pretty clear in telling me he didn’t want anyone seeing me, which I guess is a good indication that he wouldn’t be willing to add a third.

Since we hadn’t had alone time that allowed us to explore each other sexually I was forced to play with myself. Nubby Finger was getting lots of use and it proved to be of better quality than a kids gum ball machine toy. The recent email from the sex blog recommended a few new items that I was eager to try. I was hesitant to use anything that would pop my cherry; I really was saving that for Steve. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try the stimulating clitoral gel or the pearl pleasure panties. Yes I was willing to try wearable pleasure providing panties again.