I am a pillow queen. I love, want, and need to be pampered. This is also because as a multi-orgasmic squirting and pissing dominant womon I am tired a...ter a two or more hour of receiving pleasure.I don't want to get up and head home.But this submissive has been having challenges to providing our play space and my overnight accommodations. I was so horny I actually started talking about us meeting in his car.I am sharing this here because I feel a little embarrassed and if I'm embarrassed. And yet it was my only chance. I was walking home from class, my apartment was in sight as I swore at the ungodly heat inside my head. I had lived in the South for more than three quarters of my life, and the heat of the summer still kicked my ass. It wasn't like I was out of shape, either. I wasn't buff, but I was only ten pounds overweight, if that. My cardio and stamina were good, too. It was the fucking ninety-nine degree heat and hundred percent humidity that did it. I was just in. Not in a universal way, but as if he had been designed especially for her, according to her particular specs, even down to the way his whole face crinkled up around his piercing, playful green eyes when he laughed. She had hoped it wouldn't be the same after all these years because he had rendered all other men virtually irrelevant - and that had infuriated her for him to so effortlessly wield such unfair power - but it was the same. He had even aged according to the way she would have. She opened herself wide to my gazze and I kissed my way down t that delectable centre - already wet, open, inviting. That heady, musky aroma working its magic, my cock, now back in her grasp, rock hard in its response. She gasped as I licked and then nibbled her clit, then cried out, distantly, almost keening as she came hard in response to my ministrations. I felt her tension disappear as she relaxed, the grip on my cock slackening just for a moment.Then she pushed me so I lay back as she took.