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Drifting Desire – Part 13

My hands have been massaging your butt, while pulling you into my mouth, throat. I’m ready to up the ante now. One hand comes back around to massage your balls, so tightly drawn up, they’re impossible to really grab hold of. I gather all the slobbered juice running down your cock to lubricate your sack. My other hand snakes evilly down your crack from behind.

I tighten the suction on your cock and maintain a steady plunging rhythm that thrusts your shaft, again and again, into the top of my throat. I hear you gasping for breath. Your moans raising in pitch. Your hips are thrust so far forward your back strains to hold the curve. The shelving unit is shuddering behind you, but your hands remain clamped to the structure as commanded. Best, best sex toy I’ve ever had, I think smugly.

I feel it in your cock first. The head swells to completely block my throat, I cough and struggle to keep up the rhythm, juice running everywhere. Your scrotum, already so drawn up, it has almost disappeared, ripples in waves.

Your hips stop suddenly. Your coarse gulps for air combining into one long hoarse groaning, “Please Goddess let me cum now!” Your hips swivel once, then once more. The cum boils up from where its been trapped so long, teeming out to run straight down my throat. As the orgasm lightens, your climax continues to wring spurts from your depths.

Breathlessly, you repeat, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Completely empty, exhausted, and relieved, finally, you pull your over-sensitive penis from my mouth. I stand up and pull your biceps down, massaging the cramps out once again. Jesus, that was addictive, I think to myself. Should that worry me?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

So, another steaming fantasy comes to a crushing conclusion, maybe now I can get some fucking work done. But I take another stolen moment to reflect. Should I really resist the deliciously right feeling of acting out my bitchy side with you? Will I resist forever? Can I resist, forever? Or will I have you as my pet soon??


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Drifting Desire – Part 11

Moving to straddle you, I push up from your chest, scratching my nails down your chest, pausing to tweak your nipples, tightening, until your breath draws in. Your back arches, your head rolls. I’m on a constant sexual high. Every movement, every nasty thought, every sensation, every delicious reaction, tightens a vise of tension in my genitals and deeper in my belly. My clit burns, my pussy drips, my muscles cramping. I hover over your shaft and warn you again.

“Don’t move! A second punishment will not be as pleasant as the first. And, you don’t want to miss out on your reward.”

With that, I encase your shaft in the wetness of my swollen pussy lips, pressing and sliding just slightly. Immediately, my nerves begin singing with breathtaking pleasure. God, I’m so ready now, it’s beyond belief. Through half-lidded eyes, I keep you in sight while I barely undulate against your tool.

You look besieged. Your head wrenched to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle looks tensed to lean sinew. Your struggle for control of your own immense pleasure just turns me on more, ratcheting me up the final peak.

My vision dims. My mouth falls open. My breath is held. My movement frozen to millimeters. The orgasm is inevitable now, but it spirals out and out and keeps growing in potential, like a heavy, lurking breaker coming up a gradual shoal out of stormy depths, building, growing. Ultimately, the wave crests and its full weight crashes down on me.

My shoulders jerk and slump, my forearms falling onto your chest again. I gasp and cry out, hoarsely, with each successive surge of release. “Oh. Fuck. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” Every slight movement of my hips sends fresh ripples spilling through me.

Grasping for breath and composure, I slowly come back to myself, spread across your chest. Your aching cock pressed between our crotches.

…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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No Release – Part 1

Wow, you look frustrated today. Haven’t had any in awhile, huh? Kinda sensitive to the touch down there? Maybe even hard as a rock? Mmmm. First… I praise you. Not because you’re horny, but because I am. Then I’ll give you a big hug, mmmm, running my fingers down your back. Stimulate those juices that were probably already flowing when you walked thru the door. As we hug, my arms run down your back, softly encircling your sexy ass.

Mmmm, is that not arousing? Of course, I apologize for the accidental ass grab. I’ll put you down in my nice big chair. Yes, the chair was always good for me when I was… slightly aroused. Now it can be good for you. Lie back, I’ll rub those shoulders. Must’ve been a long day for you. The hardness makes it even longer, doesn’t it? Is it the weekend, and you’ve been thinking about “getting some” all week long? Kneeling in front of you I say… “what is your wish, my lover?”

You start by asking me to pour you a beer. Anything but that, my lover. I want you to get off bigtime. That may slow things down a bit. Maybe later? You slowly nod in agreement. Later. Anything else? Okay. It’s warm in here don’t you think, or is it just me? So we’ll just slip those jeans off that you might be wearing. Oooh, your legs, are sexy… (gasps) and they’re hot. My lips turn into a perfect “O” as I notice and think to myself DAMN! He’s wearing boxers! Ohhh, that’ll make things a bit uneasy for me. Hope he doesn’t notice my hands trembling as I stroke …

Well, now back to you, my lover. You have nice legs. I’ll bet the girls tell you that all the time. And know what? Nice legs lead to a nicer ass. Close your eyes. Mmmmmm, does it feel good to have your legs stroked like that? Tell me what you’re thinking right now… don’t edit. Oh my goodness! As I stroke your thighs, my fingers subconsciously rub up into your boxers, close to your hips. I realize and… back off a little bit. I don’t want this rushed. I don’t want you opening your eyes anymore, because I saw you peek when I touched your thighs. Here, I want you to wear this blindfold…. there you go.

Can you see anything? Good. Relax. As you sit back, I began to rub your chest. Lets remove that shirt. Arms up… yes, that’s it. Ooooh, nice pecs . My fingers gently massage your chest muscles, and nibble at your nipples. Mmmm, they’re tight. Does that…. feel good? Your mouth makes a small “o” as I nibble you. Just watching you in that mask is turning me on, but I can’t tell you that. My job is to tease you. Before self. I place myself in your lap, barely feeling the hardness between your thighs. I kiss your cheeks, your neck, and brush my lips across yours. It’s getting me wet just feeling your lips on mine.

…. 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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