This is my boy’s version of our play with needles described here – Needles.
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The needle you’re going to push through my left nipple is the second needle — the first has gone through my right nipple — and this second needle, though I don’t know it yet, is the one that’s going to make it hard for me to remember any of the needles which come after it, their order, the pain … Continue Reading
I am tired and trying to work and thinking instead about shoving you into that corner at the airport, you, shy and uncertain, and I just want to get something from you, anything, right now, straight away, and I want to hear you, in my ear, in my mouth, breathe for me and gasp a little when I take your mouth and smash into your teeth and feel it reverberate and you have nowhere to … Continue Reading
“How many, baby?”
You struggle to comprehend what I am asking, I see the shadow of confusion pass over your face as you try to focus, try to remember the last number, try to recall what we are up to…
“Ten?” Your voice raised in a question.
I shake my head, and I flick the ones I have thrust through the skin of your balls and cock one at a time, making you flinch as … Continue Reading
Shy… well, shy is sweet – it’s so delicate, it breaks my heart, just a little. It makes me want to get right in his face, back him into a corner, and make that sweet shyness into excruciatingly uncomfortable, awkward, blushing, stammering and stuttering sink-into-the-ground self consciousness. And when he tries desperately to break the tension, with that half-joking, half-hopeful, half-smile that shy people do sometimes, I want to feel his embarrassment when it doesn’t … Continue Reading
I am languid and relaxed, my hands are cold, I want to heat them on your skin, slide them against the warmest parts of you, then I want to casually reach out and slap your face, to have you kneeling here by me, so I can slap you and feel it resonate and then slap you some more and see if it makes me hungry, or if it’s enough, just that.
Do you think it … Continue Reading
‘Get on your knees’
‘Stroke your cock (my cock)’
‘Use my panties’
‘Slower’
‘Faster now’
‘Put a nipple clamp on your left nipple’
‘Stroke my cock gently’
‘Put the other nipple clamp on your right nipple’
‘More, softly, softly’
You are vocal, which I adore.
My instructions punctuated by your audio-porn.
Your moist-mouthed and laboured breathing makes me want to come.
I am wet, of course.
I bring my fingers to my pussy and touch … Continue Reading
Sometimes my passion wanes, and it is not you and it is not me, it just is.
Sometimes you feel so close to me, like you are inside me, like you are part of me and it makes me feel kind of sick, a tightness in my chest and a fullness in my throat, and I love that.
Sometimes I am happy just to hear you tell me about your day and we exchange dull … Continue Reading