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
Needles
“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
Enough
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
Under instruction
‘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
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
The other kiss goodbye
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
Kiss goodbye
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