After the things I did to her, it’s no surprise her body lay sprawled across our bed, breasts heaving, skin glistening in the few rays of light outside our window, little shivers still coursing through her body.
I love watching her after a long play session, as her pink skin turns pale again, the blush of adrenaline loses its mark across her face. She’s beautiful trussed up or spread out.
My little fuck toy does everything I want and more. She begs, kneels, dances, and moans for me. She is open to all my kinky fuckery and wants more every time. She worships at my feet, mouth open wide, little choking tears streaming down her face as I slam into the back of her throat again and again. Hands bound behind her so I control all.
Her upturned ass becomes red as my hand sings her praises. She’s always so ready for me, as a perfect fuck toy should be. I clutch her breasts as they bounce, twisting her nipples in time with my thrusts. Her moans become screams as I fuck her into perfect submission.
Now she lays enraptured and I sit here watching her, the moonbeams bouncing off her still form, tempting me. Impatiently I wait until I can have her again.
Sir we’ve both been so damn busy, that cursed four letter word that constantly gets in our way. I want your hands and mouth on me, that dangerously sinful tongue in my mouth, making my insides melt with desire. Your hands sliding across my body, leaving hot streaks of want around my neck, across my shoulders, down my breasts, passed my stomach, between my legs. Your mouth running down my neck and shoulders in feather light kisses, sucking in my nipples one at a time making my naked body arch toward you and that huge cock pointing straight out at me…wanting inside me. My moans filling the air as your fingers plunge deep inside me, finding me soaked as always, proving that just your presence turns me into a pool of need and want.
I want you to press against my body and lay me down gently and lick your way down my torso and find your treasure nestled between my legs, wet, wanting, wontoningly pulsing against your hand. Your mouth meets my wet pussy and your tongue slips between my lips and applies sweet pressure onto my very swollen clit.
I know, I know. God Christina, where the hell have you been? I’m sorry it’s been so long since you’ve had any “unprompted” writing from me. I do hope you’ve all been keeping busy. 🙂 So here’s another one. I hope you enjoy!
Sir and I have rules. 1. If I’m a good girl and please him, he gives me immense pleasure, but if I’m bad, he becomes devoid of feeling, leaving me cold. 2. Nothing too wild, just submission to him and him alone. 3. Keep my word, always be honest, be punctual (which I guess could all fall under number one.) 4. No undergarments. But apparently, we have an unspoken rule, no crazy. Continue reading →
If you’re interested, you can go back and read pts one and two here. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave comments at the end, and as always happy reading!
“I’m hungry,” Sir slapped my turned up ass. “Go fetch me something.” I giggled and left the room, stark naked, the chain still dangling from my nipples. I was in the middle of rummaging through the refrigerator in search of the ingredients to make chicken salad when Sir sauntered in behind me and encircled my waist, pulling my upraised ass to his rejuvenated cock.
“Baby, I’m hungry,” he murmured against my back as he trailed kisses over my back, slowly kissing toward my ass, his hands following suit down my stomach. “Mmmmm, this looks good baby, thank you.” And his mouth made contact, sticking his tongue in my pussy as his fingers rubbed my clit. I moaned into the refrigerator door, holding tight to the shelf.
I can’t leave these two alone. Their little love affair has become a bit of an obsession in my dreams, so it may be a few parts. Hope you’ll all bare with me and fall in love with them as much as I have. Please see part one here.
The days after Spring Break proved difficult to meet, both at work, and the weather being too warm and nice to stay indoors. We talked every day, extending the intimacy. Then he called me and told me to take a half day, that he needed to be with me. So like the good girl I am, I called in a half day.
I could barely sleep that night, excitement running through me. I had missed his touch so much, but my Sir would be in my bed soon. I finally fell asleep, but spent the night waking mid-orgasm most of the night. My alarm went off at seven, thirty minutes before Sir was to be at my door. It gave me time to do my morning routine and slip into something sexy for him.
When my doorbell buzzed, my stomach did a somersault. My Sir was here at last.
Please excuse this post’s length. I got a little carried away in my obsession. 😉 I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.
We started off simple, just passing ships in the night. Shared words and found common ground. Then it happened, he saw something in me. I don’t know what exactly he saw, but he was there, everyday, making himself a part of my life. It started off as harmless flirting, a wink here, an unveiled sexual advance there.
Two weeks ago, it all blew up. It started with a random chat about my latest post. That lead to talking about things that were lacking in our love lives, which happened to be the exact same thing. Then the oddest things started to pile up. We were beyond compatible. Every time we would ask a question or change the topic, we had the exact same answer. It was like we had this crazy psychic connection. Soon we began to say the same things at the exact same time.
I’m not exactly sure how our first time began. I’m not sure what got into us. Neither of us are the type of person who would just jump into bed with a complete stranger. But that’s exactly what happened. We talked about lacking a sex life and needing certain things, and he just spanked me. Yes, spanked me! For no reason whatsoever other than he wanted to and he knew I wanted it.