He joked with her that his friend was bigger. She didn’t believe him. “I find that hard to believe..” she said, with a hint of curiosity. “Would you like to find out?” he asked. Her pause before she answered was confirmation enough. Later that evening, she had her answer. And she was glad he was correct.
My kind of girl.
Course touching silk skin. Firm wrapping soft curves. Long strong arms surround you. Breasts perfectly filling my hand. Lost in the feeling of the warm softness filling calloused hands. Thick arousal announcing its intention for you against the small of your back. Laying back into my sturdy frame, you offer the gentle slope of your neck to me. With each planted kiss the contour of your nipple bloom, begging for attention.
Your beauty compels me. The way you look at me in the crowded room, your gentle touch, the scent of your perfume. Kissing you with purpose in a quiet corner, I tell you without words what you do to me. My fingers finding evidence of how I melt you with just my kiss, as you whimper softly with my knowing caress of your wet flower.
Filling your wine, I handed you a book. With an inquisitive look, I replied “Read please.” Sitting across from you we listened to the first chapter. Delving into the second, the erotic tale began to take root in you. Knowing your every reaction, I could tell by the smallest of motion your desires were churning. Getting up to refill your glass, I requested “Please…keep going” as your now husky voice continued reading the vulgar words aloud. Standing behind you, my hand rests momentarily on your shoulder as I pour. With your glass half full, I glide down under your silken top to your bare breast. Slowly I draw small circles around your already erect nipple. As our story begins to climax, my index and thumb squeeze, causing your to gasp, knowing this is a trigger to make your dew flow free. Enjoying the challenge of interrupting your oratory.
Reading has so many rewards.
I had long planned to take you like this. This night was the night the stars aligned, the late hour struck. The time had arrived. Leading you down the dark steps, cuffs in my pocket. You having no idea what was in store. As the cold steel clicked your hands over you head, the shock on your face was betrayed by your nipples shouting beneath your delicate dress. With one quick violent motion, I tore your fragile dress. Your exposed naked flesh in stark contrast to the cold, hard angular shape of brick. No word was needed, as you saw the fire in my eye spoke to my intent to ruthlessly ravage you just feet from the party goers. The deep thumping of music was sure to drown out your cry’s of ecstasy.
The first time. Nobody before you. Ever. Ever touched me, ever kissed me like you. You made me tingle. You make me feel things I never felt before. You are the one.
I stand behind you. That is all. Starting in just a low tone “Mmmmm….” I rumble in your ear as you fall back into me. Whiskers prickle in contrast to soft kisses on your neck, involuntarily opening yourself to me. My kisses melt off your clothes. Without touch, your nipples are standing at attention, crying out for attention. Carefully thumb meets index finger, with your left nipple caught between. Gentle rocking builds up to a sharp pinch. Just as the first gasp escapes your lips my voice drips my desire in your ear “I ….want… to….fuck…. you…” That is everything. That is all.
(Source: haughtyspirit, via herkindmaster)
Hover. Me naked. You clothed. My heat radiates standing before you. Lips close to you, resisting the immense temptation to kiss you. Holding my firm frame near without touching. Enveloping you in my arousal. Waiting, denying until you tremble in anticipation as I slowly unwrap you. Open you until you stand before me quivering, bare, vulnerable.
Our invisible energy is concentrated in our quiet corner table. The soft music and discussions from others provides a soft blanket of background noise. Despite this, we are consumed in our attention with each other. The sight of the gentle curves of your collar bone, the delicate straps wrapping over your slender shoulders inspire me. Deep luster of your hair, wrapped snugly displays your tender neck. The neck I ache to kiss in that moment. A perfect strand of hair falls down, serving as a delicate frame to the stunning beauty of your face. My eyes search, probe into yours. The way you look at me compels me, fuels me. Unable to contain myself, I lean in, to quietly rumble my carnal desires in your ear. Desires in stark contrast to our refined environment. “I want to lead you to a dark corner, bind your hands with my belt, and cover your eyes with my silk tie and torment you. Toy with your pussy, tease your clit until you beg me to fuck you. I want you to call out loud and ask me to impale your tight cunt with my thick cock, loud enough for others to hear…” My words flow more effortless and vulgar as I your blush moves up your neck and you squirm in your chair.
ok, i will give You control of my orgasms…
(Source: srtafatale, via its-her-toy)
The warm water turns her hair darker. As the water cascades, each strand of her moves and flows in a soft river. I am distracted by the beauty of her face as she closes her eyes. Soapy lather lubricates my strong fingers. The feeling of her delicate scalp, the light, easy movement of her head, her neck from my hands triggers my desire for her to deepen. Her hair is wet silk in my fingers, massaging and washing away all her cares. The look that dawns across her face melts my heart, her nipples slowly becoming visible under her thin top. Imaging that same look if I were to easily reach down and caress her with delicate intent between her parted legs.