Thank you orchid luv!And I think about what I wrote all the time...with you as the Domme of course! *purrrr*
Thank you orchid luv!And I think about what I wrote all the time...with you as the Domme of course! *purrrr*
learningtopleez
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender... Aerosmith
~ltp~
"Here, put this on," I said, holding a pair of semi-transparent track pants.
"I thought we were playing tennis?"
"We are."
Victoria leaned forward to pull up the form fitting fabric against her silky skin but I stopped her. Pressing into her back, I bent her further before inserting two ben wa balls. Her slippery entrance from two weeks of oragasm denial swallowed both with much eagerness.
"We wouldn't want you to drop them when you are distracted by other balls."
Judging from her expression, Victoria replied by clenching the balls within her, already causing a wet stain to form.
I watch as you place the silk velvet over your hazel green eyes. Then I bring your hands behind, securing them with hemp, giving you a prickly sensation. Turning you back around, I gently guide you onto your knees and you lick your lips in anticipation. The sound of my zippers causes your lips to part, presenting a view that instantly makes me hard. You lean slightly forward, getting wet at the scent and heat of my manhood inches away. I place my finger below your chin and instinctively your tongues snakes out. The taste of peanut butter fills your mouth and I allow a few moments before withdrawing my polished finger. You look up and the sight of your blindfolded eyes almost cause my mushroom head to brush against your moist lips. Instead, you taste chocolate followed by the cashew beneath the coating. I wait until you finish to insert hard plastic. Now you moan, swirling your tongue eagerly about the vibrator. I take the time to fuck your mouth, sometimes withdrawing the object, your tongue searching to lick its shaft. We play this game until your moans turn to pants and I comply in reaching down to part the crotch of your drenched panties, eliciting a loud groan. I allow you one last lick and proceed to insert the toy to which you easily accept. I barely replace the crotch confining the intruder within before feeding you another hard object. Your hands jerk at the ice cube but you hold it in your mouth, almost welcoming its contrast to your meltdown below. After you adjust to the cold, I turn on the remote and you succeed in keeping the icecube, moaning over the buzzing of the pleasure inside you. Your fingers dance sensually beside the knot that holds those wrists together. I reach down and your face me again, your thighs tense at the trails I make, gathering your nectar over my fingers which I coat my thick shaft with. I can tell you are done with the icecube due to the louder, unmuffled noises from you. At last, you feast greedily, tasting your own juices mixed with my essence, your arms behind you somehow matching the rhythm of your mouth. Feeding your hunger, I stand still, granting you free access.
Judging from the intensity, you can hardly wait for dessert.
triad, that was just...well, yummy!! Loved it!
Why did I not know this thread was here???!!!???
~looks at Lews, then at Mad~
"Life is just a chance to grow a soul."
~A. Powell Davies
Wow, making her wait for what she most wants in her mouth...that really hit home. Very nice!
Working too much....and unfortunately not online as much as I'd like.
Nice thread! I only just discovered it. Wouldn't it be nice to have a subforum called Short Takes?
Here is one by me:
When going to bed, she never knew what to wear. He always chose for her. She enjoyed the little surprise, lifting her pillow and watching what he had put there.
It was almost never any pajamas pants, on rare occasions a thong. Mostly, he let her sleep in a short night gown with nothing under, or his favourite, in nothing but a tight T-shirt that she could not pull down past her waist. Once in a while, there was nothing under the pillow, so she slept in the nude. Sometimes, a pair of cuffs was added to the outfit. She usually liked cuffs, but since she had explained to him that she did not sleep well in them and would never object to him waking her up with sex anyway, he had almost never wanted her to wear them during the night.
This night was different. There was a new garment under her pillow, a big, white shirt with long sleeves.
"I will help you with that", he said. "It is buttoned up on the back."
He took it from her and held it up, so that she could put her arms into the sleeves. Then he turned her around and started to pull the built in belts across her tummy, fastening them tightly. He buttoned her up all the way to her neck.
Meanwhile, she noticed that the sleeves were so long, her hands did not reach out of them. They were even longer than that. He took hold of her arms from behind and folded them, then draging the sleeves so that she hugged herself tightly. The sleeves were fastened that way behind her back.
"This is a straight jacket!" she said.
"Yes, it is, dear. Now lets go to bed!"
He tucked her in. To be fair, it was much more comfortable lying in this than in the cuffs.
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