Part 2/2 . But of course, I know exactly how to please you.
I know that simply keeping my bright blue, pleading doe eyes locked with yours makes your heart pound and your hands sweat.
I know that my weak little whimpers cause your breathing to come quick and heavy.
I know that playing coy and shy when I touch myself for you makes your cock harden and throb like nothing else can.
I know that when you turn away from me cuddled on the bed, pretending you have no use for me anymore - I am the only thing coating your mind.
Oh yes - I know *exactly* how to make you feel powerful, authoritative, dominant.
But we both know who has the real power.
When this cloth is tied between my lips, I allow you to believe I am your helpless little play thing. But in reality, it is you who is *my* play thing.
Part 3/3 . Wrap a fist around my hair and make me moan. Reach that hand higher until it's fastened around my throat. Tighten it just enough so that my moans can only escape as gasps.
Use the grip to hold me down while you thrust into me - let me feel your strength in every place that our bodies are touching.
Trap me against you; I want as little space between our skin as possible when we climax together.
Don't let go until you've filled me with your cum, and I've showered you with mine.
Then, and only then, may you release your grip and allow me to dismount.
You can clean up if you like, or sleep in the mess we've made. I'll leave you to consider it when I head for the door, dripping a trail of our mixed liquids on the carpet in my wake.
Part 2/3 . In your drowsy state, I lean down and kiss you. Soft pecks, as I gently work your mouth open with my tongue.
But that's as gentle as you're going to get from me tonight. I've roused you just enough to be used as my play thing, and use you I shall.
My tongue retreats as I sit up and begin rocking my hips back and forth upon the hard lump that's now portruding against me. It doesn't take much to release you from your damp briefs and position your cock at my dripping entrance.
I exhale deeply as I slip you inside me - I've been tight with anticipation for a good while now.
You moan, finally coming to as you feel me clench you.
I grind harder, and, sensing my feral mood, you respond by crawling your calloused hands up my midriff. They crawl higher, gripping a breast in each as I tip my head back in pleasure.
*Yes*. This is what I want.
But I need more from those hands before I'll be satisfied tonight.
Part 1/3 . Don't be alarmed tonight when you're mere moments from dozing off and you hear your bedroom door open and soft footsteps pad across the carpet.
Don't panic when the blankets lift and you feel a wave of body heat roll up your naked torso.
Stay calm when my solid but bearable weight rests itself firmly upon your hips, strands of blonde hair tickle your chin and a warm hand brushes your cheek.
When a soft thumb slowly traces the shape of your lips, willing you to stir just slightly - do as the thumb wills, darling.
Stir for me.
I need you aroused. And I'm not leaving until my cravings are satiated.
Those of you who come and go without saying a word. Those who hide in the background observing. Those who keep their secrets from me, and allow me to keep mine. Those who share their innermost desires with me, and ask about mine. Those who request or inspire my next story/shoot/video, and those who quietly take in whatever I create. Those who tease me, please me, make me laugh, think, moan. Those who ask about my day, my life, my job, my hopes & dreams, and allow me to learn about theirs.
I'm thankful for a whole bunch of other things too, but this is post is about you 😘
Part 2/2 . I reached a finger between my legs to confirm; sure enough - a wet dream. Girls have them too you know. No doubt you’ve been the subject of many.
Tracing light circles around my still swollen clit, I pictured you again and toyed with the idea of continuing where you left off. It would be so easy, even as my dream faded to nothing. I had your messages, I had your pictures… more than enough material to work with.
But no. Withdrawing my hand, I cuddled my pillow and closed my eyes.
Maybe if I entered dreamland again quickly enough, it would take me back to you.
Part 1/2 . I woke up around 2am with the lamp still on and the remnants of dream-you lingering in my mind.
It was a wonderful dream. The details were escaping me, but I could still see flashes of your stubbled chin, and feel warmth on the sensitive areas of my body where your hands had been just moments before.
It was then that I noticed not only warmth, but the unmistakable feeling of moisture around one of those sensitive parts.
When I was 10, I went to a theme park and got banned from one of the water rides by the ride operator for poking my tongue out at him (he was being annoying and kept deliberately wetting my seat with the mop *right* before I sat down 🙄)
Kinda wish I could poke my tongue out at him again now and see if I get a different reaction 👅
Part 5/5 . I shove you to the edge of the bed - far enough away so that you can't touch me, but close enough to see *every* detail of what you forfeited. I make sure to moan extra loudly when I cum in front of you, just to teach you a lesson 😇😘
Part 4/5 . Panties aside, my dripping pussy exposed, your eyes on me; I contort into all of your favorite poses and positions. *Take me now, take me in any way you like*, my body’s saying. It’s glaringly obvious that I’m offering it up to be used at your leisure.
You’ve got a wicked smile on your face now, and your hand has moved between your legs to the hard cock bulging underneath your clothing.
You stand and saunter over to the bed, dropping your pants and underpants in one swift movement as you walk. You start stroking your cock as you near me, spreading the pre-cum on the tip over your head and shaft - ready to enter.
Right when you’re kneeling behind me and inches from my swollen lips, I pull away – my own wicked smile on my face now.
“Did you seriously think I would let you fuck me after the effort I just had to put in?”, I say, half cheeky, half incredulous. “You’re not getting any of this – you can watch”, I wink.
The shock and disappointment in your face almost has me changing my mind; throwing you onto your back, and burying you deep inside me.
But no – I hold my resolve. You need to learn to do as you’re told and come when *I* want you.
Part 3/5 . Okay, maybe some sound effects will get your attention – my moans don’t usually go unnoticed.
I toss and turn on the bed, small, sensual noises escaping my lips as I try to emphasis my restlessness.
Finally, some success. You look up from your book, then flip it upside down on the table to mark your place – but you don’t move. You stay seated, watching me.
There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re acutely aware of my wants – my *needs* - right now; and yet, you make no move to come and attend to them.
You fucker. It’s time to pull out all the stops. I lie back down with my ass to you and pull my panties to the side. You *will* give me what I want.
Part 2/5 . Feeling more than a little indignant at the subtle rejection, I sulk to the bed and begin to turn it down, being sure to stick my ass out and bend over a little bit more than necessary as I pull back the covers.
I steal a look over my shoulder - nope, you’re still engrossed.
I fetch a pillow and place it between my legs, grinding on it in the hope that the movement will catch your eye and clearly articulate that there’s more than just a nap on my mind.
Another glance back at you reveals you’re no closer to putting that book down and joining me.
I sigh inwardly. I’m clearly going to have to try a little harder.