Voyeuristic Indulgence

Woman and window depicting story

*Pic from Pixabay

I have been struggling of late in my writing.  I miss it but it is as if the words will not flow.  I start typing and then nothing.  Nothing comes out right.  Nothing makes sense.  Nothing has the flow.  Ugh!

So I am trying this once again….

Hold on tight cause here we go!

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My apartment is so hot.  Because of this, I lay on top of my sheets, naked.  Have the window open and the fan going above me, blowing cool air on my sweat-covered body.  Tossing and turning trying to get cool and sleepy.  I have a busy day tomorrow and need to get to sleep but it eludes me.  

I listen to the night sounds of the apartment complex and it’s surroundings.  A dog barking in the distance, a fox or some other animal digging in one of the bins, a cat meowing to get in to its home.  But, wait, what is that other sound I hear?  Far away moaning?  Surely not outside, right where anyone from the building can see and hear them.   It sure sounds like it though.

Sliding off the bed I walk to the window to see if I can find the body this moaning comes from.  I look around the ground, about 12 feet below my window, but nothing to be seen.  Now it sounds to be on the same level as where I stand.  There are several other windows open in our building.  So now to determine where this sexy sound is coming from.  

My neighbors next door are away on holiday for the week, so not them.  The good looking guy just across the way went to bed early after I saw him strip down, climb in bed and turn off the lights.  Jess, my friend that lives two doors down to the left of him, is out with her boyfriend and most likely staying with him for the night.  

Then I spot movement in the apartment two down on the right from good looking guy.  Hearing more moaning, I look intently at the window and see two figures moving around near the window.  Pulling clothes off each other and groping one another.  Tall, dark muscular guy pulls the dress over the gal’s head and quickly removes the bra.  Shorter, nicely shaped blonde gal already has stripped his shirt and trousers off.  It’s like watching my own personal sex movie.  He turns her around in one move and throws his body against hers, pushing her to the window.  Biting her neck and earlobes, he reaches around kneading her breast in one hand as the other hand slides down to her mound.  She holds on to the window frame leaning back into him.

I catch my breath, knowing I should move away from the window and give them privacy, yet I am spell bound, watching and listening.  Reaching slowly down with my own hand, I slide my fingers to my folds, feeling the building wetness as my body reacts to what I see and hear.  

Piercing her with his cock he is now pounding her against the window as they both moan and groan with their pleasure.  They are so lost in one another they don’t think to worry about anyone seeing or hearing them.  Or even care that someone might.  Their lust for one another has taken them to a place they need to be fulfilled.  

I feel the pleasure of my own making rising.  Moaning, I quickly look to see if they hear or see me.  No, they are too lost in their moment.  

The intensity now escalating, their moans getting louder and she squeals as she releases.  He reaches around and plays with her clit, bringing her back up quickly, as they reach their climax together.  I turn my head into the room and moan as my orgasm hits me at the same time. 

Catching my breath, I look back their way to see if they are still there.  She has turned around, and they are kissing as he pulls her into the room away from the window.  I take another deep breath and giggle at myself for that bit of voyeuristic indulgence.   Looking around, I try to see if anyone else possibly saw me or them. 

As I pass over good looking guy’s window, I see a movement and he steps forward.  Naked, slim, muscular body, hand around his cock, smile on his face and he blows me a kiss.  We smile a conspiratorial smile and retreat back into our rooms for the night.  

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K

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2 Souls On Fire

*Pixabay

My song I am sharing is 2 Souls On Fire by Bebe Rexha

Any time I hear this song (in one of my song lists) I just want to hear it again.  It’s fun and gets your mind in places, good places. 😉

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My daydream as I listen to the song:

On our walk there are storm clouds overhead.  We pick up our pace to get to our cabin before we are caught in the downpour.  

The wind picks up and rumbling starts. We see our shelter just ahead and as we move faster, the rain starts.  Not just light, but big drops as if being pelted with water rocks.  We run as we get drenched in the last few feet before our cover.  

Once inside, we quickly remove our soaked clothes and grab towels to dry each other off.  Rubbing your skin and working my way down, to your feet and back up.  Stopping as I get to your cock that is now excited and hard for me.  I cannot help myself and I kiss the tip, sliding my tongue around it, pulling it into my mouth.  Lightening brightens the room, thunder makes our surroundings shake.  You groan and lean over, pulling me to my feet.  

You cover me with the towel you are holding.  Drying my chill-bumped skin slowly and sensually.  Stopping at my breasts, kissing and sucking each nipple.  I moan with pleasure.  

Dropping the towels we cling to each other as we kiss and quickly  stumble together to the bed, falling over onto it.  Thunder rolls over us again.  

Our desires over-take us and like two souls on fire we can’t get enough.  Touching, caressing, completely devouring one another.  We are lost, breathing heavily, bodies hot and covered in sweat from the need and thirst for skin on skin, heart to heart, soul to soul. Moving together and within the other till we are one.  

And as we come down from our reveling in each other, we lay there, arm in arm, listening to the thunder and the rain as the lightening lights up our surroundings.  

It’s not long, with the heat building up between us, as if the thunder and lightening is within us, that we are lost again as two souls on fire.

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Just a little daydreaming with a song is always great! Gets you in the mood for something really good later. 😉

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Sensual Feelings

*Pixabay

Blindfolded and naked, but for the rope on parts of her body, Kelly moves, feeling the restraints and how tight they are.  Tight enough to not get out of them but loose enough to not hurt, nor cut off circulation.  She is in her own little world as her rope Dom continues with his work.  Lost in the sensual feeling of the rope as it slides over her legs and body.  Every once in a while he will ask if she is okay and if the rope is comfortable in certain places along her body.  She responds and they continue on in this rhythm, flowing to the calming music floating through the speaker system.

Once he is happy with his work, he has her lay on the bed just as she is. 

She then feels the tapping of a crop starting at her feet and working up her legs to her hips and mound.  Tapping in this area for a few beats before moving on to her breasts and the nipples that have formed hard beads for the stimulation that is affecting them.  

Pat, pat, patting each one around the areola and then Pop right on the tip.  Her gasps filling the room.

Shivers run over her skin and down her spine as a prickly wheel moves slowly down her shoulders, moving over the slope of her breasts.  Each nipple sensitive to the touch after the crop’s onslaught.  She moans.  It continues on past her stomach and down to her mound and the lips of her pussy.  Gasping again, her tummy goes in with the exhale of breath and another shiver.  

Another pause and she listens intently to determine what his next move might be. 

Soft suede tassels moving up her legs softly and in a cadence, lulling her to a trance-like state.  Moving up and down her body.  A few moments of pressure changing to a butterfly touch.  Her body almost moving with the flogger as it passes over her.  

Now the softest of touches from his fingers and his lips.  She is lost in their world and responds to every sensitive spot he kisses, bites or licks.  Her senses so heightened that she almost immediately reaches orgasm as his tongue and fingers take her there in an instant.  And then again a few minutes after.  

He slowly loosens the rope and releases her of her bonds, rubbing each area softly.  All but her arms and hands.  He lifts them above her head, tying them to the head of the bed as he crawls over her and takes her.  Their emotions strong and matched.  They explode together, crying out their pleasure.  Tears springing to her eyes with the intensity of it all as he unties her arms and hands, removes the blindfold and just holds her.  They lay there together for a while as their bodies relax into each other and fall into a light sleep.  

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The Scene

*Missy of Focused and Filthy shares this picture originally published as The Paddle and used with permission.

Misty was so new to all the BDSM scene that her Dom, Max, did not want to start her off in a live scene in front of everyone without letting her watch a few and see what she thought about the public room.  He decided to have her watch a couple of scenes before they did a scene themselves.  They agreed that together they would watch until she felt comfortable and then they would do their own.  

Max had her dress in corset, knickers, holdups, and heels and placed a collar on her prior to wrapping her in a light cape.  He himself wore leather trousers and vest with leather boots.  

After meeting the owner of the club, they made their way to the open room and sat on a couple of chairs where they could take in the scenes being played in front of them.  

There were so many going at the same time.  Sub on a spanking bench, tied to it and being spanked and played with.  Another sub on a St. Andrew’s cross, cock cage and gag in mouth as his Domme flogged him.  But the one that held her attention and had her entranced was the sub by the wall.  She had just knelt down, placed a long paddle behind her and was waiting for her Dom to begin with instructions.  They began their scene silently.  Misty did not take her eyes off of them.  The Dom had her stand and place her hands on the wall she had been kneeling by.  Pushing her bum out for him.  He proceeded to pat her cheeks softly and quickly with his hand as he held the paddle in the other hand. Misty was completely mesmerized and felt she was the one getting the peppering on her cheeks.  

Once the sub’s bum was nicely pink and warm her Dom pushed up her knickers to bare her bottom better and began to tap her with the paddle.  Lightly at first, covering her whole derrière.  He built up to the point she was gasping and Misty found herself gasping in unison with the sub.  The sub was becoming wet, as the Dom reached down between her legs and pulled his fingers away glistening.  He had her stand upright from the wall, hooked the cuffs she had around her wrists to the hoop that dangled from the ceiling, had her face the wall again and he continued paddling her bottom.  The longer he paddled, the redder her bum became, and the more she moaned and cried out at each passing blow.  

He then switched the paddle for a couple of floggers and began doing a figure eight type move on her and she groaned and moaned. He put more pressure on the hits as they passed over her, the more she caught her breath with the weight of each blow.  And with each hit Misty realized she mimicked everything the sub did.  Every groan, every moan, every cry out in pleasure and pain.  But why?  It wasn’t her that this was happening to. 

But wait! She opened her eyes she had closed this whole time and realized SHE was the one this was happening to.  SHE was the one experiencing this and reacting to it all.  It was not another sub! It was her and her Dom, Max.  She had put herself out of the scene and was watching herself and Max in this scene.   And oh what a scene! She had wanted to do a public scene like this but had been worried about doing so.  Max had offered her a solution.

Since she wanted to do a public scene but felt shy in doing so, he recommended she close her eyes and envision it was another sub and Dom playing the scene and she was watching it all.  She was surprised at how well it had worked and how lost in the scene she had been that she had totally forgotten they were in a public play room, and had focused completely on the scene and her Dom.  Now she understood what she had read about, being so focused on each other, the rest of the room disappears.  

Max was taking her arms down from the hoop and was rubbing her arms and legs.  He wrapped her in a blanket and pulled her into his arms, lifted her up and carried her to a love seat by the wall.  He gave her water to drink and said lovely things to her, like “good girl” and “I’m so proud of you” and “you did so good.”  She snuggled into his arms and just melted into him.  

They definitely had to do this again!

Warped and Perverted Thing To Do

“You are so warped!” Maggie laughs as Max tells her what he has planned for her, “But I like it!”

“I thought you would.”

“So where are we going and what do we need to do?”

“I have everything planned.  Since we planned on coming here to this club I have been planning.  We are going into the private rope and harness room. I will just need you to strip bare so I can get to you easily once we are in there.”

“Okay! I’m really excited about this.”

“Me too.”

As they enter the room Maggie takes off all her clothes and stands waiting for Max to direct where he needs her to be.  

Once he has set out the things he will use on the table he directs her to stand under the pulley.  He works the rope around her body, making a harness around her chest and back area.  He then has her lay down on the mat she is standing on and proceeds to tie her legs and connect that bit to the harness.   Fastening her to the pulley, lifting her up off the mat and into the air where she is now suspended.  Working on it a bit more, making sure he has secured her properly.  Each sensitive area open for him to reach and use. 

She watches, breathing steadily, knowing what his plan is and wondering how she will react once he starts.  

The whole time he has focused on tying the rope, he constantly checks in to make sure she is okay; the rope wasn’t too tight or loose and touching her every now and then to keep them connected.  

She feels so different suspended this way.  She is excited in anticipation on how he will take this, yet confident she will enjoy this time they share.  He walks over and places a blindfold over her eyes.  

“I want you to just feel.  You know my plan, but I don’t want you to see each thing I will be doing.  Just enjoy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says with a smile.

The first thing she feels is such a slight touch she is not sure what it is, or if it is actually anything, until he moves from her arm to her right breast with it, to her nipple.  She shivers.  A feather!  He swirls it around each nipple, down her belly to her mound.  Teasing it around that most sensitive area and on down her legs.  He touches right on the underside of her right knee and she giggles.  

“Ssshhh…” he says with a smile.  

She pinches her lips together to try and hold another giggle in as he does the same to the other knee. 

He continues, but this time it is something that has more than one feather.  Or is it bristles, like a brush?  Oh yes, that is it.  Like a paint brush.  

His light touch moves down to her feet and she flinches when he reaches right on the bottom of her left foot.  He wiggles and curls it around.  She can’t help the laugh that escapes from her mouth this time.  She twists her head from one side to the other, squeezing her eyes shut, even though blindfolded.  Her reaction is even more so with her right foot.  Trying to move her legs, but can’t as they are tied in a way she cannot move away at all.   

“Mmmm…I found a really sensitive spot here,” she hears him smile as he says, “lets see where else you might be ticklish and sensitive.”

He continues up and down her body finding each and every spot with different items he uses.  After the brush, he uses a small flogger, then a crop. Last but not least, his fingers.  Oh the response he receives from just the use of his fingers after all he had done is the best! She laughs so hard that she screams.

Now that was a perverted thing to do for play, but they both loved it.  

Once back home after their session, they had great sex and then a wonderful, exhausted sleep. 

Wide Open

 The Barefoot Sub has given Kayla this gorgeous picture for us to use as our prompt this week, if we so choose.  

Image originally published as Basking…Sinfully and used with permission.

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[As I was too slow in getting this in by a few minutes (that’s what I get for not being quite happy with it), and being my first story since I have been away for a while, I will share it here even though I could not link it into #MasturbationMonday.  (Very short story.)  I hope you like. 🙂 ]

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The feeling of being totally exposed.  Wide open, completely naked, in an absolutely wide open space.  Tied that way, on top of a rock.  No one around, but if there were others, they would not miss her.  She is right there for all to see.  Surrounded by other hill tops. One of the reasons they like to come here.  It is open, yet away from others.  They can fulfill their fantasies and kink without worries of people coming upon them.  

This game of wolf and prey is one of their favorites.  

Looking back to where he went into the woods, watching to see if he will come out the same way.  Excited and on edge.  She can’t move or go anywhere.  Completely at his mercy.  

Continuing to watch and listen.  Hearing every little rustle and branch-popping sound.  

Suddenly he is on top of her and she can’t move. He is growling and groping her breasts and mound.  She is wreathing under him.  It is a primal dance they are performing and it is hot!  He works her to a point that she is begging him to fuck her hard, to just take her.  Yet he continues to work her up to the point she is almost screaming for release.  He releases the rope holding her legs so that he can get to her pussy more freely.  He takes her with his tongue and mouth.  She still cannot move her upper body and she is begging to have his cock in her mouth.  

Yet, he does not.  He plunges his cock into her cunt and takes it hard.  The primal need to take her overtakes all other needs.  She screams out in pleasure and comes as soon as he starts and as he continues her body does not take long to build back up to that point again. 

They come together, in a scream and roar. 

Slowly coming down from that high, he unties the rest of her body and holds her quietly to him on top of that rock and they nap in the warm sun for a while.  

A Different Ethereal Encounter

Molly Moore has me thinking of a continuance of this story here.   It has my imagination going in many different ways! But this is where I am taking it for now:

Lena, being determined to know if she was dreaming or not, set off on the trail Matt took her on the day before.  He could not go with her so she made sure she set off early enough that she would have full daylight the whole time she is gone.  

It didn’t feel as long to reach the field as it did the day before, but she had a good idea today of where it was and where she was going.  Dressed in a skirt, comfortable t-shirt and trainers for shoes, she was able to move at a good pace.

As she steps clear of the trees and looks to the other side of the field, she sees what looks like a little girl sitting on a large mushroom-shaped rock.  In the sunlight she looks as if she is throwing off sparks of light.  Her long blonde hair in ringlets around her face and flowing all around her.  She looked so sweet there in her little blue costume, what looks like a fairy, and reading a book.  

Walking toward her a twig snaps under Lena’s foot, startling the girl.  Next thing she knows, the girl is up in the air floating by what looks like wings fluttering behind her.  Looking at Lena, the girl smiles and floats back down, picking up the book she had been reading.  

“You startled me, Lena!” she says.  

“You know me?” asked Lena wide-eyed.  

“Well, yes.  I helped get you home yesterday.”

“You did??”

“Of course!” she says smiling.

“And you are…?” 

“Serena.”

“Hi, Serena.  I apologize for startling you.  So I was here yesterday!”

“Oh yes! And Ainia said you would be back and to give you this book.  She says it will explain some things and also will help you find pleasure this afternoon.”

Serena hands the book to Lena.  Looking intently at the book as Serena says, “Enjoy!”, Lena looks back up to tell her thank you and Serena is gone.  

She runs around the field and back over to the rock but no sight of Serena.  She sits on the rock and looks at the ancient book.  Bound in leather the cover is beautifully made.  She opens it and sees there are images of similar creatures like Serena.  She turns the pages and there are descriptions of different beings that are supposed to be living in the forest as well.  And ways to please oneself and others.  

She begins reading one of these and finds she has slipped her hand down between her legs and under her skirt.  She slides the edge of her lace over to one side to run her fingers between her folds, finding her clit and playing with her cunt as she reads.  

Maybe its this place.  The field in the middle of these gorgeous trees, making her feel protected and safe.  The feeling of the sun warming her as well as the rock.  It takes no time that she feels her body quake and shiver.  She moans feeling her climax wash over her in waves.  She slowly closes the book and hugs it tight.  

Still feeling this is a dream, she walks slowly back to her car to take herself back home…for now.  

An Ethereal Erotic Encounter

LSB-Outdoors-820x450This image of Little Switch Bitch is absolutely ethereal!” (as Kayla Lords says)  Which gave me the wonderful idea for this story. <3

They have been on the trail all afternoon and Lena is getting hungry.  Matt grabs her hand and says, “Come on Lena, not much further now.  I hope we can see her.”  

“I wish you would explain what you mean, Matt.”

“I told you, it’s easier to show you than explain it to you.”

So they go a bit further until they step through to a field of wild flowers and trees blooming around it.  

It is breathtakingly beautiful and Lena stops in her tracks to just gawk at the view.  

Matt turns to her and says, “Now we wait.”

Moving to the edge of the field, he takes off his back pack, pulling out a cloth, spreading it on the ground and has Lena sit down.  He then pulls out two cups, water for them both with some snacks to munch on.  As he sits, Lena looks at him curiously and then at the surroundings. 

They sit comfortably for a while, leaning on a tree trunk admiring their surroundings.  

Feeling a bit hazy, it takes Lena a moment to realize Matt is tapping her arm.  She looks at him and he is pointing to the left and looking the same way.  She turns to see what he sees and opens her mouth, which Matt covers to make sure she is quiet.  

A woman with beautiful red hair swept up on top of her head walks onto the field, completely naked. An amazing sight.  All smooth curves of creamy ivory skin.  She is moving purposefully to the opposite area from where they sit.  

The couple watch her progress, entranced.  

A voice is heard through the air, “Matthew bring her to me.”

Matt rises to Lena’s surprise and he reaches for her, pulling her to her feet.  He guides Lena over to where the woman stands, reaching to touch the leaves above her head.  As she moves her hand back down, she turns to them, her bright green eyes taking them both in.

“What a pleasure to see you, Lena.  Matthew has told me all about you. Please do not be afraid.  You will come to no harm.”

Lena blinks at this woman’s ethereal beauty.  “I believe you,” she says quietly.

“Wonderful.  Come, we will sit among the wild flowers.” And she guides them to a spot in the middle of the field.  

They all sit there.  The woman on one side of Lena and Matt on the other.  Lena sees, hears and feels everything, yet she can’t seem to utter another word nor control what happens next. 

As Matt helps the woman undress Lena and Matt undresses himself, Lena is caught up in the sensations she feels as things occur.  

“My name is Ainia, Lena.  I want to give and take pleasure with you.  Is that okay?”

Lena nods slowly, feeling a shiver of longing go through her body.  

“Oh good.  Matthew and I are going to please you and then we shall all do so for each other.”

As she says this she is touching Lena on her perky taught nipples and leans in to nip at them with her teeth ever so gently.  This brings moans of pleasure from Lena.  She then moves her hands down Lena’s tummy, over to her hips and down to her thighs.  Matt pushes Lena down gently to the ground where she is laying on soft thick grass and flowers.  

He kisses her gently on the mouth, chin and neck, stopping to nibble at her sensitive spot just there.  She feels Ainia spreading her legs to get to her mound easily and feels her licking her puckered lips that are swollen from the blood rushing to them in anticipation.  Matt has moved down to her nipples and is sucking one and then the other as Ainia is working her clit and has two fingers sliding in and out of her cunt slowly and rhythmically.

It’s not long before she feels her strong release. 

She gets lost in their ethereal erotic encounter. 

Lena wakes in her bed, naked and well rested.  

Was that real or just a dream? Where is Matt?  What really happened?  Will she ever know?  She must find out!

 

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One Of Those Stormy Days

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There are days Susie doesn’t feel submissive at all.  This is one of those days.  No matter what Daddy tells her she wants to go against it.  Something has been brewing in her for the past few days and she doesn’t know what.  She is frustrated and emotional.  

Today when Daddy gets home from work he tells her he is going to sit and read the paper while she finishes up in the kitchen.  She stops what she is doing and just watches as he comes over, gives her a kiss on the cheek and then moves on to the living room and sits in his favorite chair to read.  

This hits her wrong and she is steaming inside as she cleans up her mess from preparing dinner and getting things on the table.  By the time everything is ready she is livid, feeling he doesn’t care how she is or if she wants some time with him.  He is too worried about reading the paper and relaxing.  

“You know, Daddy, it would be nice if you came in here to talk to me while I finish up. I would like some of your time since I haven’t seen you all day.  But instead, you feel you would rather read the paper and be away from me.” She says heatedly, not thinking of how she sounds having worked herself up to this explosion internally.  

He looks at her, says nothing, looks back down at the paper and continues reading what is in front of him.  She wants to scream but sees it probably won’t do anything to make him move.  Yet, she can’t help what comes out next.  

“Fine! Dinner is ready.  I am going to the room.” And she flounces off to the bedroom and sits on the bed in a huff, folding her arms across her chest like a child that has been scolded and giving her best pout. 

She waits, listening intently to hear if he is following her to the room.  Nothing.  She places her hands on both sides of her legs on the bed and holds the covers in her grip.  Listening.  Still nothing.  

In another huff, she pushes herself off the bed and peaks out the door and down the hall to see if he is there.  Nope, not there.  She walks back into the room, paces the floor and then takes a deep breath.  She turns and walks back to the kitchen.  

He is still in his chair, reading the newspaper.  

She walks over to him, kneels in front of him, places a hand on his knee and says, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I don’t know where that came from.  Please forgive me.  I guess I just want your attention.”

He finally looks down at her, folds the paper and places it on the table beside his chair. 
“There are other ways to get my attention Kitten.  If you wanted me in there with you to talk, all you had to do was ask.”

“Yes, Sir, I know you are right.”

“So what do we do about it now?” he asked.

“Discipline spanking Daddy?”  

“Yes, but I believe we will wait until after dinner.  Let you think about it a bit more.  Have your corner time and then the spanking before bed.  Agree?”

“Yes, Daddy, I agree.”  She hung her head.

“Well, lead the way then Kitten.  We don’t want the fine dinner you cooked to go cold.”  He takes her hands and stands, pulling her up with him.

They move to the kitchen table and she is anxious, but a bit calmer now. Damn! Why does her emotions have to take control sometimes and get her in trouble like that?! Will she ever learn? If it gets her the spanking she needs, maybe not! 

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*Pic from Pixabay

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The Thing She Loves

Masturbation Monday week 239 prompt by Mx Nillin -- image of their cock with multiple hands touching itMx Nillin was willing to submit their image to be used for Masturbation Monday!

One thing she does love.  She loves giving Sir pleasure.  As soon as he is home and settled in his chair, she comes over to him, kneels in front of him and says, “May I, Sir?”

He nods and she moves his zipper ever so slowly down.  Anticipating the joy they will both get from this.  Sliding his trousers past his hips, placing one hand around his shaft and one under his sack. Guiding her tongue around the tip, licking down one side and up the other.  

Placing his head back on the chair, she knows she is doing it the way he likes.  He then moans as she takes him in her mouth, just ever so slightly and then back out, kissing the tip.  

This time a little deeper, moving her tongue around his hard cock.  Each time she carries him inward, taking more of him.  She gags but continues.  He steadily moves his hand behind her head to guide her to the rhythm he needs.  Letting him take over, she relaxes to get hold of more of him as he requires. 

Tears streaming down her face.  Releasing down her throat with a sigh.  He is clean as he pulls out.  Moving the hair from her face gently, he smiles at her. 

“Come darling, its your turn.”

She smiles broadly, knowing this is the other thing she loves so very much.

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