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By *ercurial OP Man
over a year ago
Maidenhead |
It starts with a kiss. Maybe on the lips, maybe not... You respond hungrily.
No rush, I tell you, and then kiss you and kiss you and kiss you, here, there and everywhere, until you demand I strip you naked. Which of course I plan to do. Eventually. We're both a little shaky already.
After a while, it's time to remove your top. You're more than ready. You look quite magnificent in just your bra and skirt. The skirt could be briefer, but not much. No stockings and minimal, lacy underwear, I see. You look so cute I could cry. I take off your bra.
I lick and kiss your nipples, then turn my attentions to your bare shoulder, your arms, your knees, wherever. Then back again, keeping you guessing, making you want more. I take off your skirt. I take off your panties. I am amazed by your sexy, sexy body. I keep my kisses light, you seem to like that.
You're getting insistent. Depraved, even, and more than a little desparate. I make you wait, but I don't stop stroking and kissing you. Sometimes very gently between your legs, sometimes nibbling your inner thighs, sometimes on your beautiful breasts, sometimes on the lips, never staying in the same place for long. This could take a while, but then that's half the fun
You ask me not to tease you, but I reach for the blindfold and you put it on, wondering what will happen next. Well, let's see.
I stroke you gently with my fingertips, feeling you jolt as I hold you open to reach your tenderest parts. You are very wet and want to taste yourself. I oblige. You love it, and so do I. You're as horny as hell, and you're letting me know it.
I tie your wrists to the head of the bed. You are mine now, and yet, somehow, it is you who are in control. You tell me to use your vibrator on you, so I get it and I move it slowly over your wet labia and clit. You writhe and cry out, so intense is the feeling, but there's no chance of release just yet.
I take the vibrator away, then bring it back, again and again, edging you ever closer. You are moaning now, as I start to use my fingers on you in earnest, thrusting them in and out while the vibrator works its magic elsewhere. There's no turning back now... That would be unkind, you're too excited to stop, too wound up to step back from the brink. And you're absolutely soaking. Gushing, almost.
Question is, do you want me to fuck you or should I finish you off like this?
Your breathing is desperate, gasping. Your moans fill the room, please, please... Decisions, decisions. I think we have to see it through. I can always fuck you later.
It's happening. Your hips lift from the bed and you cry out. I hold back, just for a second, and then drive you screaming over the edge. In the end, it's more of a relief for you than anything, but with the promise of more to come. Much more. Next time you are *most definitely* going to get fucked.
And then you sleep, exhausted, until I the time shall come for me to gently shake you awake for a rematch. Meanwhile, I remove the ties and blindfold. After all, there's only so much a girl can take. For now...
{My first ever effort, hope you like it) |
