About masturbating
Thinking about you, and thinking about masturbating
Thinking about you, spread-eagle, restrained and blindfolded
Face up, on a bed
And I touch you, with my fingers, my mouth, my hair, my breasts
Different places, all over, in different ways, to see how you react
And if I get what I want I do more of it
Like I might expect if I licked your cock from base to head with the flat of my tongue
Or if I nipped the inside of your thigh with my teeth
Or if I stroked your lips with my breast and … Continue Reading

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I have you in cuffs, face up on the bed, but only your ankles are restrained. You have one hand stroking your cock, the other is covering your face. You are making a muffled sound through your fingers. I realise you are trying not to cry. I make you remove your hand from your face and I look at you. Your mouth is trembling, your face contorted. My pussy throbs, and I stroke your face.

“Let it go baby.”

A heartbreaking sob comes out of your mouth and I want to fucking eat your mouth. Your body is wracked with … Continue Reading

Loves: 2
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I know you

I see you heading home, I already know where you live, I have been watching you, I follow you. You are distracted as you turn into your building and I follow you up to your apartment.

My pulse quickens as I watch you open your door, I catch up, step quickly in behind you and close the door. You turn and look at me… a tall blonde has followed you into your apartment and your mind can’t quite grasp what that means. I look you up and down, you are wearing khakis, desert boots, a blue button down shirt, a … Continue Reading

Loves: 4
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Coming home 2

…continued from Coming home 1

She finally took her foot from his mouth, stood up, hiked up her skirt and straddled him, whumping down onto his chest so his breath left his body in a huff, her bare arse in her g-string against his chest. He drew gasping breaths as she pulled his arms down, and trapped them against his body with her knees and legs on either side of him. She shimmied up towards his face and pulled his head up by his hair so that he was facing her crotch.

“Is this what you want, boy?” she asked … Continue Reading

Loves: 4
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Coming home 1

She sighed as she walked through the front door, throwing her briefcase by the hall table. She smoothed her skirt, shrugged in her jacket, took a deep breath and turned to look into the lounge room.

He was sprawled on the couch in jeans and t-shirt, comfortable, had been watching television. He had glanced up when she entered and now he was looking at her, a half smile on his face, a question in his eyes. He knew better than to approach her without permission when she got home from work, so he waited.

She caught his eye, and held … Continue Reading

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Payment for service

I had a massage from a man today, which I normally hate. He was a short, stocky, strong looking, blonde American.

We talked a little, he made me laugh, his hands were wonderful, he breathed heavily and made small grunting noises as he worked on my body.

And during the massage, with the pain, with the strong hands, with the rubbing, with the touching, with the oil and with him being quietly funny and interesting, I got turned on, inexplicably, not hugely hugely, but enough to make it very pleasant indeed.

At one point, he pressed a very hard part … Continue Reading

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While waiting for the lift, she kissed him softly, drawing his face to hers with her fingers in his hair. A first kiss, exploratory, tasting him a little. She kissed him a little harder in the lifts, experimenting a little with her mouth on his, leaning into him, holding his mouth to her by his hair. He was suddenly shy, nervous, she could feel it in his hesitation, his breathing quick and shallow.

When the lift doors opened, she led him to her room by the hand, she opened the door and he walked in ahead of her and stood … Continue Reading

Loves: 2
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