You’re an addiction I cannot quit. This hunger to be with you, to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you; it burns in my blood until I cannot fight it any more. Calling to me, always calling to me – like a throbbing pulse in my mind, in my cunt, in my being. How did you get under my skin with such ease Lisa? How can I ever stop wanting to be with you? This torment which haunts my every waking thought and sleepless nights, this torment, it has consumed me. You’re my cocaine, and I’ll do anything to have you, anything. Even if it means sharing with you that which is most precious to me, even if I have to share him.

We’ve been talking about it for weeks since I’d confessed about being with Lisa again; talking about the three of us being together, sharing each other, making love, in one bed, all of us, together. It’s how I need it to be now. I don’t want to have something outside of what we have, and so we’ve decided to invite her into our life this way – but I’m afraid. I don’t know how I’m going to feel, I don’t know how I’m going to feel when I see her take your cock in her mouth, or when you put your mouth on her body, or when you fuck her. Maybe you’ll just want to watch me with her – watching me slide my tongue along her skin and down between her legs, or maybe you’ll love watching her make me come. What if it scares you? What if I come differently for her than I do for you? What if you like fucking her better than me? I don’t know what all of this means or where it’s leading, but I have to know. I have to find out because I can’t give her up, and I can’t have her without you being there to keep me safe. It would be too easy for me to drown in her and lose myself forever… you have to be there.

Part of me gets excited at the thought of you watching us together. I want to see the look on your face when you see the look on mine as her tongue pierces my cunt and circles my clit. I want you to hear me moan for her. I want you to see me when she slides her fingers inside me, or when she turns me over and spanks me and tells me I’ve been a bad girl. I want you to share this with me. I want you both to share this. I want you to both share me.

I’ve imagined every detail of what might happen, of what I might do, of what I want to do. I want to suck your cock and taste her cunt all over your skin after you’ve fucked her. I want to kiss her and tell her how beautiful she is while you play with her pussy, or while you’re fucking her tight ass. I want to watch your cock disappear inside her cunt and I want to straddle her face while you’re deep inside her. I want to share your cock with her and I want us to take turns swallowing your hard thick shaft. Every thought makes me wetter and wetter – and I’ve told you everything, all of this, what I want, how I imagine it will be – and you understand. This is a step we take together. This is our choice, and it’s a choice you’ve made for me, because you know, you just know that I have to have her this way. I just have to.

Will you tie me up and will you both do things to me? I ask you.

Yes, you tell me. I know you will. You’ve prepared. She’s prepared. Yet I am still afraid. I’m afraid of what this means; this need to be consumed by you both. I want to be that wanton creature, I want my flesh to be devoured, I want my mind to be set free… I want to be ordered, and teased, and tormented while you both satisfy your lust with my body. I want this submission, I need this submission, and I am ready. I am ready for this to happen.

The doorbell rings…

It’s Lisa…

I am ready.