December 2011
38 posts
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she knew it
she gave the orders. “kneel on the foot of the mattress and face away from me. leave your ankles and feet hanging off the edge.”
she untied my shoes and took them off, pulled off my socks, and scratched her nails across the bottom of my feet. my toes squeezed tightly and she sweetly pat me.
she got on her knees in front of me with a wide smile and a naughty look in her eyes. i got...
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keep your hands put
if i could be with you now, oh, what i would do. i would not care what time it is and where you were supposed to be ten minutes ago. i would shut the door behind me and lock it.
i would stand behind you and grab your wrists and press your hands palms down onto the desk. i would tell you to keep them put. you would know that i mean it.
i would lift your shirt just a little and lick your spine....
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what do you like? →
tell me what you like - what turns you on. i would love to try to write something tailored to your desires. ask anon or not. no promises, but you cannot win unless you play… i will do my best to give you what you want.
mouth shaped bruise
i want to be fucked. now. i don’t care - butch or femme. i like it all.
let it be femme tonight. i’ll call you my sweet doll and you will wear my strap-on.
i like a femme who knows how to get me on all fours. who bends over me as she fucks me and lets the weight of her breasts rub against my shoulder blades.
tonight i need you to hurt me a little. push my hair aside and suck...
branded
do you remember that party? you dared me to wear my tux with nothing under it. no shirt. my belly was freezing so we ran through the city laughing. i mostly managed to hold my jacket closed, but tails don’t have buttons.
you were so oddly femme that night in a short skirt, silk top and heels. it was the eye shadow and mascara that threw me the most. you looked like a stranger. you wanted...
distracted
she is saying something. i think it’s a story about a friend of hers. i try to listen but keep getting lost staring at the hem of her skirt. it sits just below her knees.
i am lost in her shins, her calves, her ankles. now her wrists and her fingers as her hands smooth her skirt and tug at the hem. has she caught me staring?
i blush. I blush too easily. it annoys me. now i have to meet...
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faggots
i saw her right away. the cut of her pants and her crisp shirt turned me on. I like a butch girl with a strong style. her hair was slicked back perfectly and freshly shaved at the nape of her neck. everything in its place, including her noticeable bulge.
i was also packing tonight. a stiff but bendable cock tucked as well as I could manage against the side of my leg. my breasts bound tightly...
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you can hurt me
she holds my wrists above my head and watches as her lover eyes me. we are all agreed about this, but naturally some of us are more cautious than others. i am the object although it’s not a role i’m used to playing.
i see the aggression in her lover’s eyes. it frightens me a little but also quickens my arousal. i feel fully flushed as this begins.
the lover throws a leg...
bruised
some days i don’t want to be the good girl. some days i am poised to attack.
i like a girl who likes the surprise of it. who is willing to be pulled head first straight to the heart of the matter.
i show my teeth. she shows her tongue. we pounce, wide eyed, prickling with lust. i feel every hair stand on end. i taste the intensity of our excitement.
clothes cannot fall fast...
when i ... do you?
when i put my arm around your waist and pull you into me. when i kiss you on the mouth, first softly and then hard with intent. i let my knees buckle so slightly and drop my weight onto my thighs, lowering my center of gravity.
i feel it. i feel it burn in my belly. i feel it blush on my face and neck. i feel it swell between my legs. it is warm and sweet and burns like a good whiskey glowing...
sleeping girl
she is asleep and i am awake. the fan is blasting air in this hotel room so how can she sleep? because she is exhausted. because we are both exhausted. but of course, I am awake and she is asleep. it always happens.
i enjoy this. she seems to wake for a moment. almost looks at me sometimes and then disappears again and is quiet and still. sleep is so vulnerable. I can stare and she is so open....
