‘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
This is my boy’s perspective of our Kiss Goodbye.
Thank you baby.
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I am still unused to the new rule — before leaving you, I am to kneel bedside, arms behind my head, and say “thank you, Ma’am” — so I am nervous and concentrating hard on that process, hoping that I do it right, hoping that my knees don’t hurt too much on the wood floor, hoping that I am maintaining a … Continue Reading
I kiss you goodbye, a quick kiss, I think, and I reach for you, kneeling there beside the bed, I hold your face up to me, licking at your upper lip, dipping my tongue behind it and drawing it into my mouth to lap at it, feeling your tongue chasing mine and opening my mouth wider to take more of you into me. I am gentle with you for a long time, tender, nudging and … Continue Reading
This bed is on fire with passion and love,
the neighbours complain about the noises above,
but she only comes when she’s on top…
Ahh, you think you’re so pretty…
Dressed me up in women’s clothes,
messed around with gender roles,
dyed my eyes and called me pretty…
You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home?
… Continue ReadingYou lick your lips after I have spent time kissing you, every time. I watch your tongue run along them, the tip touching your teeth, you press your lips together gently and lick at them. Are you trying to taste more of me? Is your tongue feeling around for damage, bruising, soreness?
I ask you, finally, why you do that.
You smile shyly at me and touch your mouth, “After you kiss me, my lips … Continue Reading
