easilyaroused:
She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles
ridingwild:
she was pensive as this night’s purple sheets
so he dressed her in her knee highs
and a light binding
and told her to be still
while he finished his work
when he returned
he asked if his baby needed some loving attention
“yes please’, she said politely
he caressed her every curve
then kissed her hips and she melted with a soft sigh
then she felt the hot sting of a dozen open handed pepper spanks
after which, he pulled her to him
and kissed the aching tears away
“better, baby?”
she nodded yes through her smiling cloudy eyes
then he untied her
and loved her gently
and fully
and deeply
and held her
straight through until the lilac dawn
delectabledeviants:
Stumbling into the moment almost by accident. Me pulling out, yearning to spunk over your tummy, your cunt .. but you grinding your sticky snatch against my balls drove me insane with the naughtiness, the spontaneity, the sheer feeling.
As my cock drained of cum, still hard, I watched you move even closer to me, grind your clit against my shaft, watching my cock, my gaze, still glazed by my sin, sheer fucking electric between us. watching you cum like that was like the room was filled with static. As you orgasmed by cock was fucking throbbing. I had to be inside you again. had to fuck you through it, beyond it further still.
The moment enters my mind so often. Can harden me at the most inopportune of moments. When I have to make my excuses. Find a time, a way to tease myself. And then tell you about it. Hoping it’s making you wet. Ready for when we both get home.