Continued from here: First Meeting
“I was scared to death to be suddenly naked in your apartment, yes, scared to be starting, scared that you are so pretty, scared that I might fail you or not be what you want. And I will be scared again and again probably Ma’am when I am with you.”
I have him stand in the centre of the room, hands clasped behind his head. I walk around him touching him a little, I take my time. He starts to breath heavily, he is so nervous.
“I’m scared,” he whispers to me.
I kick his … Continue Reading
He had only ever seen her in jeans, or out of jeans… casual either way. Tonight she wore a little black dress, low at the front, much lower at the back, fitted to her curves, with a flirty little skirt that swung as she walked. She had put on some make up, thigh high stockings, and she couldn’t quite decide… fuck-me boots, or stiletto sandals…
She met him at the door, wearing one of each, let him in… she stood before the mirror, and glanced at him… ‘Which do you think?’ she asked looking down at her footwear.
He stared … Continue Reading
I fuck against you and the damage I have done to you makes you flinch, even as you thrust your hips up to get more, and you whisper to me in that porn-voice, breathlessly moaning, ‘…it burns… it burns…’, which I love, which makes me rabid, makes me want to tear you apart. I go for your mouth, of course, which I own, which is right there, half open and inviting me and I hold your head and take your mouth with violence and I feel you reaching up for me even as I sink my teeth into your lips … Continue Reading
I’m delighted that Stockinged Feet is the Editor’s pick in this week’s Sugasm. It was incredibly powerful for me and my beautiful boy still finds it difficult to read. I hope you enjoy it.
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Another Night With My Beer Buddy
“She nodded, her eyes closing … Continue Reading
We are curled together, my back to his stomach, it is warm and quiet, and maybe he thinks I am asleep. He strokes the side of my body, almost absently, but I know it is not without thought and I know there is a slight fear that I might stop him, that he might not be allowed this unbidden touching.
His touch is not tentative or hesitant, starting at the side of my breast, he strokes downwards, over each of my ribs, dipping low at my waist, then slipping up over the rise of my hip, I want to make … Continue Reading
I want to rain hell down on you in a massive attack, a slaughter, a bloodbath, so come here, get your clothes off and get on your knees.… Continue Reading
She knew he would scream, so she brought her panties to his mouth and pushed them in, her fingers shoving the lace into his mouth until it was full.
She started to bite him, sinking her teeth through his flesh, sucking at it, chewing at the skin, creating a pattern on his body. He yelled into the gag, writhing in protest under her assault. When she had made enough marks on his body to please her, she turned her attention elsewhere.
She brought her breast to his mouth, he reached for it even though the best he could do was … Continue Reading