“Show me,”she said, pausing to watch. “I’m hungry”. He felt himself get harder as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. She licked her lips and dropped to her knees. “Thank you” she said. “I’ve been waiting an eternity for this.”

Need

He watched the drip as it meandered slowly over his shiny tip, dripping then stretching into a dangling string. He smiled, it was thoughts of her. Gripping the shaft, he stroking quickly, knowing he needing to cum.

He felt it now, the rising cocoon of warmth that rushed through his body enveloping his mind in a delicious haze. The throbbing turning to a pulsing heat as he felt it spurt and pulse. He’d woken hard, the wetness dripping, she was in his mind. He needed her and needed her soon.

His mind turned to her, almost a constant, feeling the heat surge to his groin once again. The hot blood pulsing, engorging, making him throb. He took his time, slowly unbuttoning his fly, his cock hard, proud, already wet. He began to stroke, needing to satisfy his desire.

My slick cunt and ass grind over your ravenous face, juices painting you with my lust. “Take it,” I growl, lost in your voracious hunger. You rip my bra down and claw at my nipples. Your groans pull me deeper, and your hot tongue triggers my tsunami. I cum hard, shaking, drowning you in our passion.

He drew back her panties, drawing a finger through the glistening mess. Smiling, he lifted his hand and sucked his finger. “Good girl,” he whispered, “now I’m going to make you even wetter.”

She couldn’t hold back a gasp then a whimper as his soft tongue followed his delicate fingers. The blindfold enhancing the fast rising sensations…

She smiled a knowing smile as she took control, laying back seductively on the bed. “Here,” she whispered. “Lick and suck me here and don’t stop until I tell you.”

She’d read his message, suggestive, filthy. Describing his wants, his needs, suggestions that lit her mind. She instantly tingled and throbbed, feeling a dampness seep into her panties. There was an ache rising from deep. She lay back, it was time to touch, she needed to cum.

She didn’t have long but was desperate to cum. She’d thought of him when she woke, his words as usual teasing her mind. She pulled at her panties, smiling at the slick string of arousal that stretched and snapped back, her fingers desperate to slip inside her secret folds.

She pulled him to her, sliding his length, coating him in her slickness as it brushed against her swollen clit. She was desperate for him inside her, but she wanted to play, to tease, to make him beg, knowing he would cum immediately she let him….knowing it was better to wait.

He pulled them aside, watching as she spread herself wider, her lips opening, pink and glistening, inviting his touch. She held her breath, tingling rushes exploding and rising as he slowly drew his finger the length of her slit.

She read his words, they spoke to her, they resonated. As if the curtains had been opened and the sunlight flooded in. He’d lit a flame in her soul and it fluttered and throbbed deep inside. She ached with a longing, a lust and desire that needed to be temporarily rubbed away.

There's no ropes or restraints, not today. Today there's just your voice, and your eyes on me. Watching me as I show you what a good, obedient toy I can be. Watching the goosebumps spread and my thighs twitch, and my aching, eager pussy leak as you tell me all the ways you're going to use me. #BNOC

“Show me,” he whispered. Watching as she slowly pulled the flimsy fabric aside. He reached forward, hearing her gasp as he almost imperceptibly brushed her swollen lips…

She lay back, exposed and spread, not touching as he’d instructed, but watching intently as he stroked his hardness. She felt that tight ache deep inside, a swelling and throbbing, groaning with need as he pulsed and spurted, beautifully decorating her needy sex..

He pushed her back, holding her down firmly, before gently sliding his hand into her pretty panties…

He laid back, still throbbing and twitching, his spurted strings soaking into the sheets, thoughts of her still lingering in the forefront of his mind. He smiled and wondered if she thought of him the same, sighed quietly and headed for the shower.

He sipped his tea, hardness fading, wetness cooling on his thigh. He’d woken with thoughts of her, throbbing and needy, his hand stroking gently, quickening to grunt his release. He laid back wondering if his dreams would happen, smiling to himself as he headed for the shower.

On display

He sipped his tea, thoughts of her never seeming to fade, his erection subsiding after his now necessary morning routine. He smiled at the splattered mess on his body and headed for the shower.

A white hot heat of tingling sensations rose. The longing ache brushed aside as the orgasm built. Blood engorged, swelling, her smooth velvet walls throbbing. Toes curling, fingers grasping, until finally it burst, arching and bucking, blinding her senses with ecstatic relief.

my good girl

He slipped his arm under her neck pulling her close. His nose nuzzling her hair, filling his lungs with her morning scent as if to capture enough for his day. She woke smiling, feeling his touch, his hardness pressing into her back. She pushed back into him, wanting more.

He paused, gripping her cheeks, feeling her tighten and moan as he stretched her. His veins prominent and throbbing, engorging him, filling her tightness. He pushed again, slowly, easing deeper, prolonging the searing sensations that tingled and fizzed.

Sometimes you just have to lie back and enjoy…………

Switch …………

Would she like a taste ….just a taste of the little bead of precious pre cum ….something to satiate that hunger …..making her want more …..

At times you give up control to gain it ……..

His thoughts turned inexorably to her as they did each day. Curious of how her lips would feel. Curious of her touch and how she would touch him. Curious of the sound of her laughter. Hard again, he slipped his hand into his jeans, needing to stroke away his frustrations.

She throbbed and dripped as he slapped then gripped. Her lips hungrily engulfing his hardness, her tongue swirling and relishing the dripping precum that oozed from his tip. His low groan and guttural moans the music she’d longed to hear.

The silk felt cool as he gently bound her wrists, positioning her carefully over the back of the chair and bunching her hair in his fist. He brushed his finger over her glistening cunt, feeling her shake slightly and hearing her gasp. “Are you ready,” he whispered….