You were fresh and clean out of the shower. Waiting in bed. I stripped my clothes off and knelt by your pillow. My hardening cock went in your mouth.
You held me so gently while I moved between your lips. Gradually getting deeper. You took me in until I was pressing the back of your throat. "I'm going to use you tonight. Is that alright?" I ask. You nod your answer.
Hers:
You've mentioned me being in charge a few times recently. This surprises me, because we mostly stick to our roles in the bedroom- you taking charge, me letting go. I like these roles because I have more inhibitions I think. More hang up with my body, more of a need for approval. I'm not sure why really. I'm assertive in every other area of my life.
Tonight though I have plans. Nothing tough, but taking charge. You're busy right now. I am drawing a bath now, hoping you'll be finished up, joining me when I am out of the tub. I put a dollop of your shower gel in the tub as bubble bath. Maybe soaking in a tub foaming with machismo will make me feel virile, aggressive. Today is a good day for it I think, I was busy and productive and felt sexy. A man flirted boldly with me on the sidewalk. I wore red lingerie and tight jeans. I ate sexy food today, pastries and strawberries and sweet coffee and red meat.
I have the bedroom ready, bed made, candles lit. I will put on lotion looking at myself in the mirror, choosing to approve of the shape of my legs and the curve of my waist and I will linger on my breasts as I admire the smoothness of my skin. I will be powerful.
I will straddle you and tease you. I will demand your precome as the toll to my pussy. I will goad and stroke and bite until your cock gives it up for me to taste. I will make you lick me until I am gasping. I will use your strong thigh between mine while your mouth is at my breasts. Maybe I will make you beg.
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