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I got off on it. Knowing he wanted what he couldn't have. He had it once and it wasn't enough. Oddly enough that happens more often than you might think.
Lots of guys are out for a fun night, but never do you expect to see them again. That wasn't the case for me. Once wasn't enough. Proximity didn't seem to matter either. There were fellas that would take a four hour bus ride, or that would drive 3 hours. There were fellas that had split with me, swearing we were through, coming back later, sometimes years later, for just one more romp please. Husbands that would sneak away from their wives, hide from their families and show up on my doorstep saying this is the last time, just once more… but it was never the last time. There always was another.
I wasn't good at saying no, I loved having sex. I didn't care really about the life he had that might end up in shambles because of the evening, I really didn't much care about the consequences. I wanted to get laid and did repeatedly. More than once I've been called a nympho, and there some truth to that; often I was asked where the off switch was. I never understood women who were too tired or men that got away with a " five minute quickie". A quickie for me was 15-20 minutes of hard riding, full blown naked sweating sex. From what I hear that is no quickie for most folks, just for me.
That’s what he begged for that night… just a quick fling and get it out of his system., for old times sake. He'd been telling me that for years… at least 20 of them. He was astonished I said no thanks this time. I don't think he'd ever heard me say it before. I played coy and wouldn't tell him why just in case I changed my mind. After all, odds were he'd ask again. It hadn't really been all that long since the last time - maybe a year? It served a couple of purposes then that I won't go into know; suffice it to say it wasn't every thing I thought it could be.
He was hung and then some, one big cock. However that last time just reminded me of just what he didn't know. In 20 years you'd think he'd have learned a few things, but nope. So instead of telling him I didn't want the disappointment, I just left him hanging. Maybe some other day I'd feel like trying to teach him a thing or two. Not that night.
The real problem was this one fella a few years younger than me. We'd known each other for a few years and then sort of accidently took advantage of each other one weekend. This led to other things, other times. Suddenly I was in over my head, he was showing me just what piss poor lovers I'd had in the past. Although our "thing" was at a current standstill, it was difficult not to rate other occasions with other folks on the "new normal" I had become used to. Instead I'd rather turn them away than go for something subpar. I got off on it too, knowing whoever it was thought he was going to get back in my pants when I knew he was just another bumbler that would get me wound up and then leave me not quite satisfied.
After all, I have toys that are better than that.
Got a New Toy - Hitachi.Not as good as Boytoy's tongue, but an acceptable substitute when he's not here.
I became aware of the heat. I can hear the fan, what is supposed to be a steady cool temperature of air flowing, muted cars passing by. Heat just flowing next to my body. and as I begin to turn, to find its source I hear him murmur that everything’s fine, don’t worry, just relax & sleep. In a flash it comes back to me I’m not home, Not in any of the usual places I might be visiting. I’m in a strange city in a foreign hotel sleeping all curled up with a husband that isn’t mine.
I’m on what one would describe as a long strange trip, the final destination unknown and the beginning of the path quite blurry. I’ve fallen into an alternate reality for a few short days and can’t seem to remember much. Yesterday I forgot my life previous to this week. Couldn’t recall what I should have been doing with my day. Like it didn’t exist. And then making plans of sorts, I forgot he’s not my husband. It seems reality disappeared there for a moment. I forgot that when we leave this dimension it all melts away like an old movie with the words “the end” popping up on the screen.
I forgot I’ve slept with clothes on for the last two years, to hide from the fact that the person sharing my house doesn’t care to look at me, to touch me, to hold me. Tonight all I’m wearing is a sheet (and barely at that) with a furnace of a man tucked up against me just as naked. Even in his sleep he’s trying to comfort me, protect me. I’d forgotten what that was like. He was asked if his wife was enjoying herself and we both forgot that’s not me. It wasn’t until folks asked us how we knew each other that we recalled we lived separate lives in different places.
Its not the trip we intended to take, at least not in the beginning. Somewhere in the transition between reality and this strange dimension we stumbled, and holding each other up found we’d fallen down the rabbit hole. What should have been awkward, tense and troubling, flowed like he had lived beside me for a lifetime. Fears and concerns faded like reality and comfort turned to passion. And the passion held just as the concern and caring did underneath. I’m not sure where we are, nor where we’re going. The trip however is fantastic, and I have no intention of getting off the ride. I’ve forgotten which station to stop at, and my interest in recalling reality has faded fast.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was a fling, something fast and furious and over. He talked about making me come. About making me wet. About making me scream, about coming too hard, for too long, to want more. I teased him with a few thoughts. Went naked under my denims for him. Wore sweet nothings for him to feast his eyes on. Had him panting like hell. He made me think about it all the time. (Well okay, I thought about it most the time anyway.) Everything I said could have been turned one way or another. The panting phone calls and the risqué emails flew back and forth. Minutes burned on the cell phone just teasing. And then it suddenly happened. Not really pre-planned. Oh it’d been discussed ad nauseum. But never planned. One thing led to another and then he thrust himself into my mouth, into my slit. Hot and wet and slick. It was a fabulous furious fuck. Paid for it spades later with aches and pains, but worth it. Years of building up and then falling down the rabbit hole all at once. Wow. That was something. One of those moments when you believe all those stories in Penthouse & Playboy are true, because it belongs there.
Shave your balls. When she asks tell her you’re trying to make her happy. You don’t want all the chafing. You’re cooler with out all the hair trapping the heat. You’re more comfortable swimming. I don’t really care what you tell her but shave, and keep yourself shaved.
I want you to get yourself off every morning. Preferably in the shower, but wherever if that won’t work. I want you to picture yourself kneeling on the floor, wanking away with your face in my snatch. I want you to come hard, spraying the shower wall. If you shower more than once a day, then you should come more than once a day. Nope, this is not optional. I want you to come at least once everyday you’re away from me.
I want you to buy yourself a collar. No need to wear it, but I want you to buy it while on vacation with your wife and keep it with your clothes. I want you to look at it every time you change and think about how it will feel when I put it on you. I want it to have at least one connection point for a leash, preferably more for other things.
I want you to spend one day without any boxers/briefs on. I want to know your cock and balls are naked under your pants. I’d like you to get dressed up and take your wife out someplace nice that day, so you can feel the smooth fabric of your dress pants slide against you. Taking her dancing the same night will get you bonus points with me.
I want you to take one day and cheerfully let her make every decision. Where you go. What you eat. How to spend the money. When to nap and when to work. Take this day to serve her…. As in she shouldn’t have to wait in line, shouldn’t have to want something from across the room, and shouldn’t have to deal with any work whatsoever. Take this day and be totally pussy-whipped with out grief or bitterness.
I want you to make a list of the ways you can serve me - when you’re with your wife. Be creative. Be truthful. Be inventive. Be ready to carry them out.
Yes it appeals to me immensely. Knowing the Borrowed Boy is going home to his wife, freshly fucked. Not just a quick quiet roll in the hay snuck in between other activities, but he’s been rolling around fucking me for hours. Passionate kisses leading to much more, his hands massaging my body and his mouth devouring me. My clit swollen in his mouth, my juices dripping down his chin and his skin covered with my sweat. Not just a little sex, but some missionary, some cowgirl, some reverse cowgirl, some doggie style, and then a few more turns here and there. Not moments, but hours of marathon bouts of fucking and sucking, licking and stroking, til we are both screaming and exhausted, glowing from the endorphins flowing between us. Much I dislike his leaving, it does indeed appeal to me knowing he’s gone home to the wife after being completely and thoroughly fucked. After all what’s the sense in borrowing him if I’m not planning on using him completely?
The problem wasn’t me fucking someone else. The problem was he didn’t get to control it, didn’t get to watch it, didn’t get to plan it, didn’t even know about it til that night.
He’d talked about sharing me… about knowing my pussy was wrapped around another cock... about how I would look with somebody else’s dick down my throat with him in my pussy, about having both of them at once. About how I just liked fucking, I needed cock and it didn’t matter whose. Oh the whole idea of the fucking was fine with him.
But when he realized in a blinding moment that while he was lying on my bed I was actually someplace foreign with a person he hadn’t met… and it was likely their cock was in me at the time… it was his undoing.
Afterwards all he wanted was to wring my neck… and fuck my brains out. To show me exactly who owned my pussy and who got to take me and how. To show me how much i didn’t need any other cock, to prove I couldn’t get it any better than he… and to pound my pussy into submission.
Quite frankly, that is just fine with me.
Falling asleep freshly fucked, still coming down from the endorphine high, leads to the best sleep there is. Morning comes way too early, but definitely is well worth it with his mouth on me first thing. Waking up and shooting right back up to the ceiling from coming on his tongue, oh yeah, now that is indeed the way to start the day.
I’m not his type. Not slim and dark haired with big wide eyes just simpering up at him. Not a little miss prim in public that he wants to twist into a perv in private. Not someone who just gave in however he wants it, someone who will take whatever he hands out and like it. No I’m a little different from his usual girl.
He was sleek, I’ll give him that. The long dark hair and mesmerizing eyes that were hard to look away from. The heat off his body as he pulled me to him, the strength as he picked me up and carried me away to be ravished… he wasn’t my typical fellow either.
But as he kissed and caressed me I decided to take a trip on the wild side and see where we’d go. His mouth on my skin and his hands roaming at will. The hair on his chest peaking out from the v of his shirt and the twinkle in his eyes every time our mouths parted was hot.
He slipped his hands lower to cup my ass as I began to slide mine under his shirt to play with his nipples. A moment of confusion slid over his face as he realized there weren’t any panty lines rubbing against his hands. His arms rippled pulling me to him. I was all soft and round, short and sly, with a surprise or two in store for him.
Murmurs of nothingness against my skin as he touched me, I began to drip long before I had shed my clothes. His surprise was priceless as he reached my bare ass under the jean shorts. I didn’t see the point in panties under the denims; he noticeably got hard against my thigh upon that discovery.
Shedding his shirt I could see he had gone some rounds here and there, a scar low on his abdomen, just one of many bits of irregularities in his skin. He was hot, the muscles in his chest tight, a little pudge about his beltline, and the sheer smell of heat coming off his skin as I nibbled on it.
I smiled to myself as he began to unzip the shorts…there was a trick or two he hadn’t found yet. I managed to get him out of his breeches to discover I’m not the only one who cared little for an extra layer of fabric in the summer. He was hot horny and hard, the dimples in his ass under my hands flexing as I pulled him against me.
He reached down to make sure I was ready – was I ever. And then he realized my clit was surrounded by naked skin-he twitched against me. Sometimes it’s worth trying things a little different from the norm; you never know what you might find.
I was soaked. He was hard, throbbing against me. He wanted to be inside me but he took the time to ask if I was sure… I was sure a year ago when he grabbed me and kissed me. I hadn’t changed my mind; I wanted him, all of him. He wasn’t big enough to hurt me… but I knew I’d be plenty full.
I was simmering when he started to push up into me. His eyes widened as he felt my heat surround him. A low groan escaped him as he pulled back just a little to thrust again deeper this time. My legs came up around him, pulling him in and creating a slightly different angle for me to experience. He was just getting his rythym going and I felt it hit… small for me at the time, but apparently not what he expected. I managed not scream but shook like a leaf and pushed against him with all my might.
He was concerned I was okay and slowed down, but I shook my head no, and told him to keep going, we were just getting started. He said something to the effect of I’ve got to be kidding… so I rolled him over and took him on his back… and sat up straight, riding him for all I was worth. The next one began to hit and I put his hands on my nipples and began to flick my clit. That one took a bit out of me…
I began to roll over again, but we disconnected… I took advantage of it to thrust his cock down my throat a few times, tasting myself all over him. When I laid back and pulled him inside me he was muttering something, apparently his last lady friend not only looked and acted different but wasn’t quite as daring in bed.
Not that we’d even gotten to daring by my standards, but he was obviously pleased and eager for more. I put my feet on his shoulder; damn the muscles there were fine, and grabbed his ass, changing the thrust point again. He was hitting my g-spot and sending me into little shivers as I felt a major explosion coming on.
Just before I became incoherent, I adjusted again and encouraged him to thrust deeper… and he responded by saying he wouldn’t last long that way… and then it hit, I was gone over the edge into oblivion. Fuck, that was good. And then as the second wave hit he growled he was coming, oh god coming so hard…
We collapsed into shudders against one another. I’m not sure where I go, but it takes me a little to come back to myself afterwards. We were both breathing hard and couldn’t keep our mouths off one another. That was good. That was excellent. …and that was just the first go-round.
Like the last few years didn’t happen.
I didn’t thrust your cock down my throat
There was no hicky on my ass
I didn’t smother you in my juices
There was no fucking you all night long
I didn’t scream for you
There was no playing with toys
I didn’t have you eat me for hours
There were no pictures
I didn’t take you on the sofa
There was no story to tell.
It never happened.
But if it had happened, if it did happen…
Now that wild ride would have been worth it.
Into to the living room and there he was in all his glory. Naked, Hair braided down the back. Black collar around his neck and cuffs across his ankles and wrists. Eyes blindfolded. On his knees, waiting.
Oh to take him.. clip his nipples tightly, restrain him by connecting the cuffs all in one spot behind him, and feeding his face my pussy to worship. Locking a steel collar about his balls to weigh him down, a cock ring about him to stretch his skin tight, and forcing his face into my wetness. To come on him and drown him, make him beg for more. To take pictures of him submissive and wanting, to have him ask me to fuck him. Have him lube his own ass up and hold his cheeks apart so I can take him. Open his ass with my fingers and then a small vibe…hear the strangled moans as I take more of his ass and lube him more… have him beg me to take him with the mini boytoy… plead with me to shove it in him, open him up and take his ass with his own cock. Slide the toy in him and wait for the panting, the initial shock to pass. Toy briefly with his hard hot slick cock, and then push more of him in his ass. Tie the little clone in his ass so it can’t be pushed out… have him pleasure my pussy while he’s reaming himself… and then as I get close, turn the vibe on so he becomes especially inspired to make me come. Lay him on his back and sit on his cock, all red and hard and wrapped in leather… ride him so his cock is fucking me and his cloned cock is fucking him…so he’s a sandwich between me and the toy, watch his face as he begs me to finish him off. Give into his begging, turn the vibe on high and pop the cock ring loose… only to have him explode on my next downward thrust. Come all over his cock, then slide up and feed his cum to him to eat… and clean me out. Leave him chained there to the bed… spent, moth tasting of his cum, unable to move with a constant buzzing in his ass and his dick over stimulated and about to burst again. Oh yeah, there is no doubt I want to take him.
I am his slut. His fucktoy. He knows it. I’ll do anything to wrap my hungry horny pussy around his cock, around his face. I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll just fuck me, suck me, and make me scream. I’ll shed my panties and keep myself clean shaven if that’s what he wants… take the toy he sent me in the mail and keep myself fucked on his toy until he says I can stop. Let him feel me up and go wanting and whimpering after him. Offer my nipples up to be squeezed, to be clamped, to be tweaked. Beg for him to slap my clit until I come. Wait naked for him while he goes out with friends. Fuck myself with his toys while he snaps photos of me. Let him tie me to the bed and tease me all night. Throat fuck his cock while chained on my knees at his feet. Blindfold me and give me to a friend to be fucked. Bind my tits tight and hands behind my back, leaving me helpless as he takes me. Dangle weights from my pussy lips and nipple clamps. Use my hair to capture me, tied to a hook deep in my ass. Fuck me as I’m tied and helpless over the back of the couch. Take me and use me, come on my tits, in my mouth, on my ass. Anything he wants, just take it. I’m his toy, his cumslut, his wench, his slave, his fucktoy, yes indeed I am his slut.
Spoiled is knowing I shouldn’t indulge you but do. Taking one of those pie-in-the-sky fantasies that excites you and finding a factor in them to bring to life. Taking something I know inflames you and playing on it. Toying with it, toying with you and then finding a way, no matter how small to explore it with you.
Spoiled is being somewhere we shouldn’t be; looking all innocent on the outside while we both know theres so much more to play amongst us. Brushing against your hard cock and wanting it inside me no matter what the time of night or day. Spoiled is being at my sexual peak and being able to explore it and enjoy it.
Spoiled is wearing the lacy things you bought for me, even when I’m somewhere else with someone else – and making sure you know it. Spoiled is drowning my panties from the phone call you make in the middle of the day panting in my ear til you come for me.
Spoiled is spending a weekend on autopilot during the daylight hours – so That I can literally fuck you for hours at night, sliding up and down on your cock til sheer exhaustion takes over. Spoiled is knowing it’s the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong person… and still having you til we both can’t move.
Spoiled is knowing it’s a five day excursion with dozens of others – and still managing to sit on your face for hours, suck your come down my throat, fuck you in a dozen different positions, and want it (and have it) all again the next night.
Spoiled is getting off with friends just feet away, a silent furious fuck, and knowing you smell like sex when you go to hang out with your buddies afterwards. Spoiled is telling someone they can’t have me – and knowing its because You’ve already screwed me beyond belief.
Spoiled is coming hard, with my thighs wrapped around your face; Its exploding over your hand inside my slit; Its becoming your fucktoy for the night; its discovering still another way to contort our bodies til the shattering waves inside overcome me.
Spoiled is having your cock inside me; feeling you twitch as you come, and having you clean me with your mouth afterwards. Spoiled is having my toes sucked as you play with my g-spot and tweak on my nipples; spoiled is having a new toy for us to play together with; Spoiled is the lack of shyness while sharing our bodies.
Spoiled is having you wrapped around me as I sleep; waking with your cock inside me; falling asleep while Still coming down from a climax; eating me out after my shower, tossing me on the bed for a furious fuck before work; and knowing tonight we can do it all again.
Spoiled is a strange room in a foreign city; being pampered like a princess and treated like a queen; escaping for a weekend where we can forget who we are and enjoy who we’d like to become. Spoiled is living the fantasy once again.
Spoiled is what I’d like to give you; spoiled is what you’ve made me. God help the next boytoy to come along because he’ll never spoil me half as well.
He had me on my back, devoured me with his mouth, indulged me with his hands, nibbled at my lips, and I thrust my tongue down his throat. I rode his hips, while his mouth sucked on my tits. He took me from behind, pulling my body into his...
He slides inside, it only takes seconds to hear him growl about how he loves that reaction, everytime he enters my body, the involuntary gasp I give as the hard heat of him invades my pussy. Every moment leading up to his cock fucking me, I think about how it will feel, how I crave it, want it, need it…and then when I get it – oh yeah, I’m not surprised he gets a reaction. He’s bigger than he thinks he is, the girth of him stretching me. And those days when he’s delayed me and denied me, making me wait, on the edge of explosion – inside I’m so tight, so ready that when he couples with me, he’s being gripped snug inside my pussy from the very get-go, bringing him closer so much quicker. Oh fuck, yes indeed.
Seduce me.
Turn me on.
You know how.
Kiss me til I’m panting, nibble on my throat, my ears, my lips.
Warm my body with your hands and undress me.
Lick my nipples, suck on them and tweak them, adore them and caress them
Run your hands over me, teasing and massaging all at once.
Tug my bottoms off like you did that first time.
Ravish me from top to bottom with your mouth.
Nibble on my feet, taste your way up my thighs.
Lick the crease along my hips.
And devour me.
Make me shudder,
Make me scream.
Make me see stars
Maybe you can’t sleep with me
But I can certainly drown you in my juices.
My hands captured behind me, clipped to my ankles. A vibrator deep in my slit, set on low. My nipples begging to be clipped and my mouth wrapped around your cock. My sight taken by blindfold, my resistance non-existent. Take me and tie me, pull me and tweak me. Fuck me and suck me, make me beg and make me scream. Make me yours. My mouth too full to say it but it runs constantly through my mind I’m just a fucktoy. I thrive on it; its not wrong if I’m willing to give it to you. Take control, take over, take me.
I remember what I forgot at the store… batteries. Funny how when boytoy isn’t around they cease being conveniences and start becoming necessities. Consumables some might say. I have a few toys I’m fond of… but it seems since we made the baby boytoy I’ve a new favorite. With his clone buried in my slit and a bullet on my clit, I burn up batteries like nobody’s business.
Cock tied tight and the tip of it bent over and clipped to the ring under his balls, nipples holding small clips, ass plugged with what we called the baby boytoy, the evening began. The baby boytoy was a homemade dildo, with a small vibrator inside it – something made one evening as a replica of his own cock, now residing mostly in his ass. The phrase “go fuck yourself” had become his reality. Cuffs on his wrists and cuffs on his ankle, a snug steel collar around his neck, all conveniences for me.
It started as playtime, little snippets of fantasies and then turned into more, each of us daring the other to our limits, go further, no really, go further than that. Take all I have and turn it into something else, give me something my wife/husband would never do, indulge me, take me, make me yours, and soon enough we were off the map.
At first it was just a few bits of leather but grew to more, a steady diet of being restrained; never loose in my company, always cuffed and ready to be controlled. Thinking for days of his mouth on my pussy, his subjugation to my whims, his desire to make me come above all else. It became a given, he would come through the door and strip, kneel and ask me to cuff and collar him.
He would beg to lick my pussy, dream of my thighs wrapped around his head, wanting so badly for me to come all over his face. Yes, he’d love to plunder my depths but overall he’d want me to be happy, to come, to scream with delight and whatever it took to get me there was his only concern.
He asked… several times about my taking him. He wanted it but didn’t know how to tell me. He needed a woman to tell him to kneel, to tell him to lick, to deny him his orgasm, to tease him beyond belief. Give him enough to think he’d be getting somewhere and his poor little cock would get so hard in his denims, wanting out. Lick his cock and he’d do anything to bury it in my mouth.
Contrary to former instructions, he looked at the note again. It couldn’t be, but it seemed it was. She had signed it, sent it to him directly. A picture slid out of her pussy wrapped around one of the baby boytoys they had created. She was coming on that replica cock every night, drowning it in fluids. And as a result he was getting some interesting instructions.
After going weeks without coming, she’s shifted directions for sure – it looks like his dry spell is over – as long as he was willing to come according to her directions. Instead of distracting himself with a movie or book or bar-hoping with his buddies, he was to go home and get naked. Put on the steel collar around his neck and his leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists. All the little accessories she has him don when she arrives.
Get on his knees and lock his ankles together. Snap his little cock harness (yes the one with the leash) on his body tightly, pulling his balls and cock away from his body. On the third snap, not the second where he’s comfortable. Yes, it makes his dick hard and dark, but do it anyway because she wants him to. Place the other end of the leash on the bedpost, and then put his ass in the air and his face on the floor just as if she was standing there in front of him. Think about her taking him from behind right in that very spot. She knows his cock gets harder thinking about it.
If she was there, she’d have him grab his ass cheeks and pull them, opening up the way for her to take him. So kneel there and do just that, hold his ass ready for her. Call it practice for the next visit. Maybe tomorrow he should buy himself some lube and have it handy. Tonight she’d be using the baby boytoy in her pussy at home, drowning it in her girl come, but next time she visits maybe she would use it on him.
Contemplate that for a while as he’s kneeling there on the floor. Think about how wide he is and how that’s going to feel in his tight little hole. How she’s going to have him ask for it, beg for her to fuck him with the baby boytoy. How she’ll grab his hips and yank him back against her, knowing the leash would be pulling on his cock in the other direction. Wonder if she‘ll allow him to moan or punish him for doing so by gagging him. Think about being plundered with the baby boytoy, and how she’ll leave it in his ass when she sits in front of him to be pleasured with his tongue. Know the vibrations will be steady but low, until she wants him to sit back on his heels for her…she’ll turn it up then, so she can torment him with it, pulsing deep within him.
Once he’s though on that for a while, he’s allowed to set back on his heels, and slowly pleasure his cock. Slide his hand up and down using his own pre-com to lubricate. Get himself close while considering the next visit and just how it might go. Think about how she likes to chain his hands just out of reach of his cock, so usually he can’t touch himself like this. How she hasn’t allowed him to come alone is a couple of years now. How forbidden it was to pull on his hard prick, and feel it pulse, how good it felt to have friction sliding up and down, how close he could get to coming just thinking about her. He was then supposed to unsnap his cock harness and jerk off for her right there, in the same spot she was planning on taking his ass. Of course he was to lick up any come spilled so there would be no mess.
Mistress wanted him to let her know each night this week when he had accomplished this, so he was to get online and let her know what he thought of while completing his tasks. How he’d like her to take him and why he deserved to be allowed all this pleasure. He’d have to be sure to thank her for the permission to come and how he was looking forward to her next visit too. Oh yes, this was definitely a change, coming every night while focusing on his Mistress…perhaps the first change of many…only time would tell.
Not quite naked, but still stripped of his outer clothes, his coverings that made him so manly, he came to me. The control isn’t as tight anymore; he gives in to urges. Where once he would keep a distance to the last moment, now he knows time is finite and so he doesn’t waste it. He wraps himself around me, hot mouth on mine embracing me with his warmth. And then once he has said his hello, he kneels in front of me and waits.
The leather is wide and holds his head steady, one buckle in the front and one in the back, just barely enclosing his neck. Small bands around his wrists, clipped to the brass chains on his collar. Freedom to move – but not complete. His hands almost reach his waist but there the slack ends. From the back, I braid his hair tightly, in case I need a connection point. A leather harness holding his cock tight, a leash attached with the chains rattling.
I pull up my skirt and sit back on the chair, each leg thrown up on the padded arms, my butt close to the edge… Tugging on the leash I pull him to me and instruct him to worship – and he does. Sucking on my toes, nibbling at my ankles. His mouth sweeping lightly up the inside of my legs as he licks the sweat off them. Nuzzling my thighs and warm breath on my clit. Slowly approaching my pussy and tenderly exploring it with his tongue.
