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”
Premise: Liz had always fantasized about being shared, as long as Jack was present and supervising that her boundaries were respected.
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“You may eat her out now,” she heard Jack say to his friend Rod.
Liz opened her eyes and looked at the two men standing in front of her.Continue reading “Bound and edged”
- Prequel Emerging submission – she declares she is submissive and won’t lead or initiate
- First part Silky bondage (part 1) – they experiment with light bondage for the first time
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)”
“You know I won’t lead,” she said. “Or initiate…” Continue reading “Emerging submission”
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”
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.