At the end of our call, I have him get into bed.
I read him a bedtime story… it is a tale about a father and son, and three wishes. He quiets as I read softly to him.
When I switch to reading my post about sexual violence half way through, I am not sure if he is still awake.
I hear him shift as soon as he notices the change, he moans softly as I whisper the first sentence into his ear.
I read on, muted sounds from him, hot and quiet murmurs, expressive inarticulate whimpers, making my stomach lift into my throat, going straight to my cunt.
In the middle there, I slip a finger between the lips of my pussy, wet, velvety-slick, bring it to my lips to taste… slightly salty, musky. I interrupt the story to describe the flavour to him in gentle low tones. He makes a growly sighing sound.
When I finish the story, he whispers, “Thank you, Ma’am…” I hear him start to say something else when I tell him goodnight, and hang up.
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I remember having bedtime stories read to me when I was a kid but they weren’t especially memorable. You can read me a bedtime story any time!
*smile* I *love* bedtime stories, reading and being read to is lovely to me.
I did an audio recording of me reading the ‘Sexual violence’ post after I wrote this, but the quality is pretty bad, so haven’t decided if it is worth posting yet.
Ferns
Wow, that was very hot – you have a way with words in writing, can only imagine how it would sound to hear it for real :-)
Thanks kb, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Ferns
Something Ms Ferns or others here might enjoy, though its intended as serious social critique in parts:
http://stummyrumblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/essay-on-societal-dominatrix-part-1.html#comment-form
Part one of six parts on that site about the “Societal dominatrix”.
Thanks Clarence, I will go and take a peek.
Ferns
Did you peek?
It’s really good and not that long overall.
I did. It was a little rambling, and there were quite a few views of his that I thought were off base, but it was interesting enough.
Ferns