I make you go and kneel in a corner and wait, where I can see you, and you are not allowed to speak or move until I want you for something.
Finally I make you crawl to me (‘here, boy’), and I put my drink on your back, while I play my feet over your cock and your arse, and you know you had better not move or the drink will spill and I ponder … Continue Reading
You are restrained, spread-eagled and I sit on your chest, rocking my cunt against you to get off, my fingers on my clit, slapping your face telling you to beg to lick me, but you aren’t doing it right, so rocking and slapping and telling you to beg me again, and you are so fucking frustrated and your neck and face ache from the slapping and you are trying over and over to get it … Continue Reading
Before he leaves, there is more violent kissing, I shove him up against the fridge, banging his head against it, once, twice, he keeps his hands behind him, he doesn’t touch me, he just stands helpless in the face of my attack as he moans into my mouth.
He reaches for me when I pull away out of the kiss, he reaches for softness, straining to touch my lips with his, trying to keep contact … Continue Reading
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
“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
Shy… well, shy is sweet – it’s so delicate, it breaks my heart, just a little. It makes me want to get right in his face, back him into a corner, and make that sweet shyness into excruciatingly uncomfortable, awkward, blushing, stammering and stuttering sink-into-the-ground self consciousness. And when he tries desperately to break the tension, with that half-joking, half-hopeful, half-smile that shy people do sometimes, I want to feel his embarrassment when it doesn’t … Continue Reading
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