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Drifting Desire – Part 6

“Not a muscle. Understand?!” You nod, clenching your jaw. “Understand?,” I taunt again. “Yes. I understand,” you say, clearly, but you look doubtful. I lift my hips and slide them down to hover over your member. I can tell you want to lift your head to look, but I’m watching closely and you heed my warning.

“Good so far,” I say, almost crazy myself with pent-up need, but I grapple with myself for control.

I lower slowly and carefully until my slit settles along the length of your swollen cock. My pussy lips begin sliding slightly against your hot, satiny shaft. Your eyes close and you swallow hard, but your eyes quickly fly to mine. You were expecting to slide that cock into my warm cunt, I see, just like that. For a second, I enjoy your surprise with a wicked half-grin.

I lean forward, never losing contact with your dick, to suspend my nipple just above your lips, just out of reach. Tantalizing, “Suck it.” I tease your pursing lips with light brushes of my nipple before yanking it just out of reach again. You take the bait. Straining, you lunge forward and catch the bud in your lips, but it slips away again. “Use your teeth,” I demand. You try again. This time, catching it and scraping the sensitive tip before having to lower your head. I begin alternating the nipples for you to repeat the abrading suction.

I continue to rock my slick button back and forth against your confined rod, teasingly, moving just a little, but it’s plenty for my tormented and inflamed bud. Every muscle in my body is tensing, barely moving. My mind is almost totally focused on maximizing the reaction about to explode through my body. For me, the experience is heightened tremendously by your obedience to ignore, deny, the temptations of your body…

…To Be Continued….


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Drifting Desire – Part 5

I step up your body and turn around past the top of your head, facing your feet. Lowering to my knees, I lay my dripping snatch once again over your mouth. “More,” I demand. Your tongue works up and down past that fiery bundle of nerves again, over and over, rhythmically. “Flick my clit with your tongue every time you go past it,” I command just what I want.

I’m dripping again and you struggle to breathe while working on my slit. I grind my slit on that rough chin about every third pass of your tongue, pressing your nose into my wet, wet hole. I slide my palms down your chest, pulling your belt loose, unbuttoning, unzipping, and yanking down your pants to mid-thigh. Your hips writhe to help me.

Finally! The head of your beautiful penis (or should I call it “my” beautiful penis?) is caught – the head rising out of your boxer-briefs. I sit back admiring the beauty of it pinned down and twitching, glowing an engorged rose color. I keep my hands distracted from petting that tempting cock just yet, by fondling and pinching your nipples, so taut, running my nails through the crisp hair on your chest surrounding them.

My clit is wildly throbbing. “I want more,” I say again, lifting off your determined mouth. I lean forward, giving you access to view my swollen labia from behind, and blow on the engorged head of your penis.

My hands hold onto your hips to balance my weight with my thumbs pressing into your groin to hold you immobile. I blow again hard, and you whimper. Your hips push up into my weight. Your erection twitches and I’m impressed with how strongly it lifts that tight band. So many games I want to play.

My greedy clit throbs for another release. I turn around over you, kneeling across your belly now, and notice my juices all over your face again. I smile as I lean forward, “You’ve been exceptional, pet. I like how you apply yourself to your chores.”

I inhale the musky smell of sex on you and lick, bite, and rub the juices off with my mouth, lips, tongue, jaw, reveling in the naughtiness and hotness of the experience. More, more, more, like a drug. The thought drifts through my mind. Your eyes are closed and you push your jaw up into my mouth. I nip your lips and suck them until they swell, tingling.

My toy cleaned up, I move on to more pressing needs. My pussy has been rubbing the crisp hair on your belly, keeping me near another peak. “Lift your hips!” Reaching back, I tug your briefs down to join your trousers.

Your cock bounces up and holds rock-still above your crotch. The sight of it over my shoulder makes me feel wild and forceful, randomly violent. But I turn to relieving the pressure that is building in my pussy beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, sharp and painful.

“Do not move!,” I assert in a tone that warns of consequences.

..To be Continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 4

I watch you, my eyelids half-closed, as you start to work. My thighs tense as your tongue slides up past my button and back down, tentatively at first, but over and over. My head rolls back and my thighs squeeze your head in closer. I reach forward to rest my hand on the warm nape of your strong neck, pressing you closer

I’m getting off knowing that you are in my power – my toy, perhaps I’ll even call you my pet, if you’re that good. I hope you are. And then, you start sucking rhythmically on my clit. Your teeth skim along the bottom. Electric sparks explode all through my crotch and sizzle through my body. I’m not even aware of my own harsh pants and moans. My pussy, all the way up to my abdomen, clench over and over, getting stronger with each spasm, until I crash over the edge into a luscious breathless orgasm. So fast and long.

“Fuck…oh FUCK!” My heels dig in to your back, grinding you into my wet slit while I writhe on your desk. Son of a bitch, why didn’t I do this sooner?

I’m panting hard, but still tense and ready for much more. “Nice! But not nice enough, toy. I have other ideas.” I push your face away with one foot planted in the front of your shoulder, admiring the shine of my juices on your chin.

I grab your collar again and pull you up. You struggle to rise with your hands still tied. With my help, you make it to your feet. I grab the back of your neck and squeeze you forward to lick those velvet juices off your goatee. “I like that rough chin shoved into my pussy while you lick my clit. Don’t forget that, toy.”

I unbutton your shirt all the way down, and pull it out of your waistband. With your shirt out and open, I stop and look you in the eye. You look down. “Good, pet,” I purr, running my fingertips along and just under the top edge of your waistband. Your stomach twitches, your head rolls back, a growl in your throat, your crotch pumps forward. Running my hands up your torso, I pinch your nipples, firm and fast, on the way by, making you jump a bit. “Silence, toy, and hold still,” I murmur, with a soothing lick and suck to both nipples.

Opening your shirt wide, I lightly rub my nipples in little circles over your rough chest. The leather and laces of my bustier slither against your belly. My bare pussy presses wetly against the front of your pants – that’ll leave a mark, I grin & laugh to myself.

I yank that shirt down your arms, leaving it bunched around your tied wrists. Yesss, this is what I’ve wanted to see and touch – masculine shoulders. My hands roam freely across them and then shove those shoulders down to the floor, down on your back. You struggle to lay on your bound wrists, pulling them to one side.

I step up so my long legs are straddling your heaving dark-haired chest. “Look at me, pet.”

You look up my body, your eyes dark with lust, and into my eyes, until I’m captured myself for a moment in the most intense stare, searing laser eyes. We’re not messing around now. This is damned serious for both of us. Exactly what we’ve needed deep down, in our own ways, but both presumed would never happen for us. We both know the experience is stolen, selfish, and terribly satisfying.

“There’s so much more I’m going to get from you,” I promise with a touch of threat.

…To be Continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 2

My hand slips across your tense chest. My knuckles brush you and we both feel the flare of hot desire. It’s the closest we’ve been physically and the electricity sparks between us. I savor the moment, fondling your chest.

The next step down this road, so easy. I yank you forward and down, off balance, into my space, with your ear near my lips. “Enough thinking,” I whisper into your ear. My lips linger at the edge where your ear meets your neck.

My tongue snakes out to test and enjoy the feeling of power I feel. My hand wrapped around the collar of your shirt. My shoulders draw you down and forward. Submit or resist? Uncomfortably, off-balance, you sway back and forth with each indecisive thought. What if? I can see it in your face. What if you could have what you need?

“This is your last chance to say no. Say it now. I’ll give you this one last chance to stop. After this, you’ll be my sex toy – my toy – as long as I desire it.” I turn my palm down on your chest, shove you back into your chair. You open your mouth, all the objections on your tongue, but nothing comes out. I tilt my head and stare, waiting.

I’ve passed beyond those objections myself. You stare back, taking in the full picture of our situation. My lips slowly lift at one side, a wicked grin to myself, as no words are spoken. My breathing deepens as the moment stretches, the air getting heavy and thick. My eyes dilate to huge dark circles. I’m imagining how delicious this is finally going to be.

Finally, I turn deliberately away and shrug the trench coat off, fragrant with perfume and the scent of body-warmed leather, dropping heavily across your lap and over your arms that are clutching your chair. Without the coat, the skin-tight black leather bustier I’m wearing is revealed. From behind, all you can see of the bustier are the shiny silver hooks running up the back. You notice now that the supple black leather gloves hug my arms far past my elbows.

My long boots bend and massage my legs with the murmur of leather as I sway back to the door, flip the light switch down, and click the lock. I shove a heavy wooden chair against the door with a thunk, wedged tight under the knob. I smile, cynically, that you’re safe now with me.

Turning, I reveal pink nipples jutting up over the double row of tight leather laces, cinching in the bustier top so my breasts nearly spill completely over the top, as a thin strap of leather halters the top behind my neck.

Your eyes follow me, expectantly, through the dim room. I walk back to you, but stop at your desk, sliding open the second drawer down to pull out a thin black USB cord about 3′ long. Laughing to myself about how long I’d wanted to do this. I’d watched you put it there months ago.

I pull it through my fists, satisfied, and snap it once, staring through it at you. “Oh, I’m definitely going to enjoy this. I deserve to enjoy this, and if you please me, I will definitely reward you. But if you do not…I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

*Evil Grin

.. To be continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 1

*I’ve got that damned feeling again. Itchy and hot. Like I might do something a little crazy soon. Hot, dark images of rough sex slither up from the dark part of my brain. Definitely unrelated to the ordinary work on my desk. Disjointed, they’re guiltily savored and pushed aside. But there’s always more. Everywhere I look, there seem to be temptations to resist. They chip away at my resolve. My mind provokes me with the games I could play, if only…. What if I let go?

As I sit gazing at the monitor and editing the website, I drift, watching those kinky images. Visions flood through me of tight jeans and stiletto heels, a rock hard man being teased, punished, and rewarded. My eyes widen, staring down at my laptop, dilating to black circles. My lips part, sucking in a silent hiss of desire. I absently bring up my hand to nip the pad of my thumb. I’m so hungry to play. It’s not like me to not do what I want. The tension eats me up. What if…? I drift away again….*
My victim, you are busy at your computer when I walk in, unannounced, and shut your door behind me.

I flip the belt on my black leather trench and the edges fall apart as my hips sway. I’m wearing tight jeans and black leather boots that come up over the knees of my long legs, silver metal stiletto heels click out each measured step, as I stalk toward my target across the room. Black leather gloves run out from under the sleeves of the coat but end at my hand with a single soft loop around my middle finger. A heavy silver band of links stretches taut around my neck, glinting ominously with power, a small S-shaped serpent charm dangling off-center.

You’re shocked, looking up from your screen, but not too surprised it seems. You stand and put one hand up as if to ward me off. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. As you stare at me, I hear you mutter, “Ohh, damn.”

I’m hot and tormented, beyond ready to bring things to a head. Even under the bright lights, I’m going to do what I’ve just stopped myself from doing so many times.

As I reach you standing across the room, the window blinds close with a snap of my wrist, but my direct stare never leaves yours, serious, intent, as conflicting expressions sail across your face. Now I reach forward a full arms-length. You stare back at me, fascinated, wanting badly what’s about to happen. How far will you let it go?

…. To be Continued…..

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Ultimate Tease and Denial – Part 3

After I’m certain he’s secure, I lean very close to his face so that he can smell that I’m wearing his fave perfume.  Then I begin unbuttoning my blouse.  I wanna rub my tits in his face and make him want to taste them before I really get started.  Once my nipples are nice & hard and my blouse tossed over the chair, I turn my back to him and start sliding my skirt down over my hips.  As the bikini comes into view, I can hear his breath catch and he says “oh my, Goddess”.  When I am standing there in nothing but my boots & underwear, I start to do a slow enticing dance.  I want him so hot & bothered, and I can tell I’m getting my wish.

Now his mind is awash with thoughts of what happens next… Ass worship!  I climb on the bed and straddle his chest with my ass in his face.  I can nearly read his thoughts.  He wants his hands free so that he can touch it.  I can understand his frustration.  I wanna touch him too.  But I want to see just how close I can bring him to the edge without touching him…just the face sitting for now.  As I plant my panty-clad ass on his face, I can feel him inhale deeply.  Then it’s time to wiggle.  I grind my ass all over his face, pressing my ass harder against his mouth & nose.  Every few seconds, I rise up a little so he can breathe and I can tell he thinks I’m going to stop.  But then I wiggle down again and press even harder.  Each time I lift up, I can hear him gasp air.

So I ease up and just barely touch his face with the panties and lean forward a  While slowly rubbing my fingertips up & down, I tell him to lick my panties.  He knows what I mean when I say that too.  Not some sloppy stuff.  He licks it with reverence…as if he must worship my pussy. I can feel the heat from his tongue getting trapped inside my panties.  His underwear are getting tighter & tighter as he responds to my torturous stroking. I slip the boxers down & off.  Now I can tease his bare skin with my fingernails.  I decide to stroke him with one hand and torment him with the other.

So I stand up and light a cigarette blowing the smoke right in his face.  He almost smiles, he loves it so much.  So I smoke some more of it for him while lifting & dropping his balls with my other hand.  He is so hard now and I can see the veins popping out on his penis as it starts to throb. I stab out the remains of the cigarette and begin the game in earnest.  Now it’s time to take him straight over the edge & back so many times that he nearly cries with frustration.  Certainly he will whimper; definitely he will beg.

.. to be continued …

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