On my knees in black lace and leather, eyes wide open, I salivate. My tongue almost laps at his tip.
He stares down at me with bedroom eyes. I’ve seen that look before, once or twice, many months apart.
I stare back at him, lure him into my core.
Continue reading “Lace and leather”
He presses himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
It startles her, his sudden touch. Continue reading “Seductive play”
He approaches her from behind and cups her breasts. Trailing his fingers over her t-shirt, he seeks out her hardened nipples while pressing his bulge into her ass. Continue reading “Cold pleasures”
“What are you doing,” she asks him over the phone.
“Dreaming,” he responds.
“You.” Continue reading “Carnal distractions”
She’s lying there, naked, with a fully dressed man straddled on top of her. He had just tied her arms to the headboard above the her head with silk scarves, not too tight, but leaving her unable to reach for him.
She longs to reach for him. To pull his head toward her to allow for a kiss.
Does he want to kiss me, she wonders while watching his face.
He in the meantime is checking the knots he secured on her wrists with the scarves. Then, he glides himself backwards until he straddles her knees, and looks at her. Continue reading “Silky bondage (part 2)”
This is a sequel to Emerging submission.
“Have you ever done this before?” She asks him with just a hint of trepidation.
“Yes,” he responds simply.
She wants to know more details, but isn’t sure how to ask.
They’re in the bedroom. She’s standing next to the bed and he’s rummaging in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
When he gets up and turns to face her, he has some long, silk scarves in his hands.
Continue reading “Silky bondage (part 1)”
There were some oral sessions she remembered. One in particular, way back, when she was living in a dorm. He was an economics student three years her senior.
He desired her.
That was her first time experiencing sexual desire coming from a man who wasn’t a stupid teenager with crude language about tampons fucking pussies. He even told her what to expect before he started.
“I’ll do it for as long as it takes”, he said as she lay there splayed, watching his blond head disappear between her legs.
This never happened to her before. An oral session, born out of desire, and performed, willingly, to completion. It was her first orgasm delivered by a man, not achieved by her own hand, or the stream of a tap in a bathtub. Continue reading “Oral reflections”
The nighty she wears is short and clingy. Thin straps hold it in place.
But if she leans forward while sitting, one strap might fall off her shoulder.
She leans forward to allow the strap to fall.
A glance downward confirms her state: aroused and distracted, evident by the goosebumps on her skin, and her protruding nipples through the material.
She bites her lower lip and yearns for his touch. Continue reading “Reminiscing foreplay”
Part 1 Her mischievous plan
Part 2 Her mischievous plan continued
Clicking send in my app, with my nude selfie attached, was a little nerve-wracking. I knew he was busy networking with business associates. Would he bother checking his phone at all while on the golf course? Would he suspect it was me, and instinctively know I was probably up to no good?
He knew I had it in me to tease and torment him. When he left, he was keenly aware of the state I was in – naked, satisfied, and needy.
Continue reading “Her mischievous plan evolved”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1).
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Sliding the panties off my hips revealed more than just my nudity to the man whose bedroom I was standing in.
It revealed a shyness I knew I needed to conquer. Or at least acknowledge as an acceptable part of my vulnerability.
He watched me from his position by the dresser. His body was rigid; only his eyes followed along as my hands peeled my panties past my knees.
When they reached the floor I slowly stepped out of them.
Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 2)”