Long day was over as I sat in my chair smoking a good cigar. I was about to call for you to pour me a whiskey but found very quickly that wine was a better choice tonight.
Tag: sexy
Looking at your perfect body laying there awaiting my loving touch. Fingertips grazing your skin as you close your eyes and let me worship your body. How I ache to be inside you but to gently touch you and see you respond to it is far to arousing to stop. Do you like when I touch you baby?
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You overheard me joking with my best friend over a few beers last weekend. Those little things that turn us on. Glasses? Ponytails? We went back and forth while you listened in. Playful innocence I said? Spankings for naughty girls?
You went into the bedroom and pulled out the glasses you only used for reading. Found some bands to put your hair up and found loose white lingerie. Looking in the mirror….now what should you do to earn the spanking?
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As you slept I slipped on a blindfold and tied your wrists lightly. You always slept so deeply. I pulled back the sheets and gently opened your legs, easing my tongue between your folds. It didn’t take long for your juices to sweeten as I flickered it over your clit. Then a slow, deep sucking on your swollen bud is when I heard that first moan of the day. Heavy hitching breaths and whimpers as I devoured you. Good morning my lover.
It wasn’t my birthday, nor was it fathers day, Christmas, or any real occasion. However you knew how I liked little surprises so you stood in the bedroom waiting for me to come home. I called out for you and you let me know you needed me upstairs. Heavy footsteps gave away my distance as I pushed open the door to find you there. “Oh what a sexy little gift I see” all it took was a slow pull as I knelt down. Laying your leg over my shoulder I tasted the evening treat you had ready for me. I think this was a two sided gift.
She called you so heartbroken with her boyfriend going off to serve his country. She wanted to show him she was strong and obviously she supported him completely but she was scared and alone. She called you to come over just so the house did not feel so quiet. Some wine at dinner, more with a crummy movie as you watched her curled up in a blanket although it was almost 90 degrees outside. As it gets later she snuggles into you and you do what any best friend would, you comfort her. She cries and you let her press her face to your shoulder and tell her how strong and brave he is, how fast it would be till he was home. She gave you that fake smile that you both understood. You know its late but don’t want to leave her so you offer to stay.
She thanks you and you both head to bed. You use to have overnights as kids, even as you got older when you visited home from college. Now again because she needed you. You both lay in bed and you held her. She looked up at you like she had something to say. Then you saw it, that look that she had the night you were on spring break. Was it the wine? The loneliness? You didn’t care because you love her. She is yours and you roll over brushing the last remaining tear from her cheek as you give her a kiss. Soft lips, gentle touches till she tightens her hold on you and rolls you to your back. She pulls at your clothing as the kisses get hotter, her leg parts your and you know that tonight you would share love again. Keeping her safe till her man came home to her again.
Back in school she was always dressed in black, picked on for not wanting to fit in with what the popular kids considered pretty and appropriate. She liked metal, she would drink and smoke with the older boys, leather and tattoos just felt right to her. She was dark, she was an outcast.
She was the head cheerleader, making sure everyone knew her name, her look, and followed like sheep because of her pure beauty and daddy’s money. She walked the halls owning it, she was light, she was the queen.
Now look how the queen kneels, knowing her place was forever between the thighs of her mistress. She worshiped and feared her for her strength. Kneeling, looking up waiting to be commanded on her next task. Daddy was not around to help her now. She was just a plaything, a little slut at her mercy.
That’s it barbie doll, show her how much you love the taste of her pussy. Be thankful she lets you feed from her. The things she is going to do to you later would scar your mind forever but you ached for it. Her new pet.
There were days that the motivation for working out just to be healthy and feel good about myself was not enough. Dragging my lazy ass off the couch and groaning the whole way into the gym I lay back on the bench and started my first set. Then I saw her sit down, slick hard body doing shoulder lifts as her heavy breast slipped from her tight top. Rep after rep she strained as more of her breasts were exposed. My cock grew hard and I found myself unable to lift, just lay there and watch. She had to know everyone in the place was watching her but she didn’t seem to care. When she finished she stood up and walked past me. Her eyes wandered over the thick bulge I carried in my shorts for her as she stopped leaned over and traced her fingers along. “Meet me in the showers in 5 min.” she teased as she headed for the locker room. “I think I just found my motivation for my most important muscle.”
I knew there was a reason I bought you ice cream. Seeing you lay back in the tall grass with a naughty smirk on your face. You had a way of making a hot, sticky day even steamier. With a slow lick of your tongue and some cream dripping from your lips you tell me I’m next.
He was your favorite professor and you were his, well that is what you told yourself in bed at night with your fingers dipping into your sex. He had such command, such poise, such large hands. Oh how they would feel against your creamy skin. You did everything to catch his eye, flirted every way you could, then decided that missing an assignment may get you in trouble. When you got a look from him today in class, one of disappointment you worried that maybe that was a bad idea. As the bell rang he called out your name “I want to see you in my office” Your panties had never been so wet. You gathered your things and scampered toward his office, standing there with shy eyes as he unlocked his door. “come inside, close the door.” cold, firm. Oh he was upset at you, that was not what you wanted. You closed the door and turned to him standing there. “I know what you are trying to do. Failing assignments just to see if I noticed? I notice everything. The way you chew on your pencil when I talk, twirl your hair as I lecture, part your legs when I pass out homework. Tell me……….how wet are your panties right now?”
Well if they were dry not anymore as your eyes raised from the floor and you bit your lip. You lifted your skirt and pulled down your now soaked cottons as he stepped closer. “They are drenched sir.” His grin spread and you knew he had been longing for you too. “Well lets make up that assignment privately then shall we.”
Exploring Desires 