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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We've talked for a long time, you know my fantasies and desires, those places on my body that send me wild, that tease, satisfy and deliver such esquisite pleasure. You know how to get into my mind, to create a scene, a moment of depravity, how to let the animal within out. You know what I truly want, those thoughts I rarely share with anyone. But you know.
Still, you're just here for coffee, I remind myself as the kettle boils. The flush of heat between my thighs seems to disagree with that prospect however.
I can see you surveying the room around you, art frames the walls, and you my dear, absolutely make the sofa a much more attractive picture, I muse to myself as I pop the cups down on the table.
Our eyes lock as you thank me.
Fucking hell I want you. I need you. My cheeks redden.
Id do anything just to tear your clothes off right now, your white t-shirt seems to cling to that gorgeous body of yours, enhancing those arms, and oh those hands, those hands I crave all over me, in my hair, around my throat, spanking my ass, making me cum for you.
Conversation is polite, we discuss work, life, goals and dreams. But all I want is you, inside me. Nothing else matters, my mind lost in your scent, your sound, your body. You.
"strip"
Huh, my mind comes back into the room, your eyes sparkling as your lips spread as the word escapes them once again.
"strip"
Fuck, I wasn't imagining things.
"huh?" I reply.
You look at me so intensely, my heart quickens in an instant.
"last chance, strip" your tone more forceful, is followed by you pointing to the middle of room.
I stand before your fingers fully out stretch. It's instinct, desire, lust, and submission taking me over now. I'm yours and we both know it.
My stockinged feet sink into the rug, it's softness comforts as I peel my dress off, your eyes never leave my body. The silence between us, only interrupted by heavied breathing, adds to my need.
I stand watching you, searching for a reaction, my black lacy bra, knickers and hold ups clinging to my curves, I scan your face but it reveals nothing, perhaps a sly smirk behind the eyes, but as my eyes pan down, the bulge in your jeans certainly gives you away.
"eyes here" you say, pointing to yours.
I whimper
" and I said strip!"
We maintain eye contact as I reach around and undo my bra, I'm about a metre in front of you and you're eye level to my breasts, yet your pools of blue never leave mine. The tension builds as I peel down one stocking, followed by the other, and I inhale deeply as I stand. Finally your face cracks and a smile of expectation appears, just my knickers to go now I think to myself.
My thumbs hook through the sides and I slide them slowly, still your eyes on mine, I'm sure I catch a small lip bite.
I let the lace drop to my feet.
"give them to me"
I comply without hesitation.
"good girl, now turn around"
I turn for you, I can feel your presence surrounding me, Yet you've not moved from the sofa yet. Your eyes burning into my skin, I feel myself getting wetter for you. Exposed yet adored, such pleasureble torment.
I hear you take a deep breath in, and am sure I hear a feint growl from behind me.
Again, a deep breath reverberates around the room, and youre suddenly stood behind me, not touching just an inch or two back, you take another deep inhale, your clothes brush against my skin, sensations fly, its enough for me to sigh out loud.
As my lips part to let out the moan, I'm startled by your hand reaching round and stuffing my knickers into my mouth. As you whisper into my ear.
"I hope you taste as delicious as you smell"
I whimper, tasting my need on the fabric.
"shhhhh, we've a long way to go yet sweetheart, let me give you what you need" you say as you sink your teeth into my shoulder.
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