Whatever you say........

One of the best things about being self-employed is that I get along really well with my boss. We see eye-to-eye on just about everything. Among other things, she lets me take days off almost any time I want. The advantage of this is that when I want to take the day off to think about you, I can.

And when the mood strikes me, I do.

Yesterday was one of those days. I was thinking about you quite a bit. I even called and told you so while you were at work. I told you about how I wanted to feel your fingers slide over my skin, how I couldn’t wait to see that fire in your eyes when drove yourself inside of me and how I was anticipating arching my back and twitching like I was touched by a live wire when you make me cum.

Yesterday, I am pretty darn sure you were thinking of me too. At least, you were after that phone call.

As it turns out, my timing was good because you’d been having a really hard day at work. I’m not sure if it was a good thing or not, but you said I’d made your day harder.

The thing about your work though, is that all day long you have people demanding things of you, telling you what to do and when to do it.

Sometimes, when you come home from work, you like to be the one in charge. This is fine by me because I do so love to please you.

Yesterday was one of those days. Planning ahead, I decided to shower before you got home, putting on some rose perfume that I know you like. I shaved very carefully, leaving my legs smooth and my pleasure zone trimmed into a cute little triangle.

When you came home, I could see that you had definitely had one of those days. After you came through the door, I took your coat, gave you a big hug, a warm kiss hello and a loving welcome home. One of the things I know you appreciate is that I welcome you home every day after work. I want you to know that I’m happy you’re home and am always glad to see you. I want you to know that you’re my best friend.

We had a nice dinner and while I put the dishes in the dishwasher, I suggested that you might want to go take a shower. That usually helps you unwind after a stressful, busy day.

When you emerged from the shower, I was waiting for you on our bed, wearing a sexy little teddy with lots of handy snaps and ties.

I could see by your smile that you liked what you saw. You asked me to stand on the bed and do a little pirouette. I hopped to my feet and did a dainty twirl.

“Tonight,” you said, “I’m the boss.”

You tried to look stern, but it’s hard to keep the smile out of your voice. You know how much I love it when you tell me what you want.

“Come here and kiss me.” Yes Sir! I came to where you were standing, put my arms around you, and ever so slowly pressed my lips to yours.

I really love to kiss you. Kissing you lights a fire through my whole body, causing my breasts to tingle and my girl parts to feel distinctly womanly. Kissing you makes me think strongly about things to come, which fills me with longing. That’s why I like to start with some really hot, sexy kisses.

After a few minutes of exploring your mouth and having your tongue intertwined with mine, we broke and nuzzled each other’s necks. You moved to the bed and lay down on your back. “Come please me,” you said, “nibble on my body.”

I laughed and said, “Yes, my sweet. Whatever you want.” I climbed on top of you and stretched my body over yours. “Remove my towel first,” you said, which I did with a flourish. I again stretched myself over you, feeling your hardening cock rub against the thin material that was the only barrier between us. I quickly felt your hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pressing me closer. I noticed you also spread my ass cheeks ever so slightly when you squeezed -- you naughty thing.

I nibbled your neck and your ears, taking each of your nipples in my mouth, circling them with my tongue and gently sucking them. I can feel the energy building between us, just as it always does.

“Sit up,” you said a little hoarsely. “Expose your breasts to me.” I sat up on you, pressing down on your cock, gently grinding as I did so. Slowly, I undid the small ties that kept my breasts from spilling out, allowing the material to slide off, leaving my breasts open to your view. You reached up and put one hand on each breast, gently kneading them, allowing the fullness of them to fall into your hands. I thrust out my chest and invited your touch, clearly aching for more, moaning quietly.

“Put your breast in my mouth,” you instructed, and I did as you said.

“Yes, Master,” I said with a grin. “Anything you say.” You squeezed and suckled and tasted my breasts, enjoying the feel of their weight on your face as you played.

“I want you to give me oral pleasure,” you said, quoting a line from Pulp Fiction. “You want me to talk to you?” I replied in all innocence, making you chuckle. “Only if you can do it with my cock in your mouth,” you replied, making me chuckle too.

I slowly slid down your body, dragging my breasts down your strong sexy chest. When I look at you like that, I just want to bite you, lick you and eat you up.

I adjusted myself between your legs and took your cock in my hands, looking deeply in your eyes. While still holding your gaze, I stuck out my tongue and dragged it up your cock from the base to the head and slowly circled the head of your cock.

I let my eyes slowly close as I take your head in my wet mouth and take you deep inside, gently sucking and pulling, my hands cupping your balls. I could feel you tilt your head back for a moment, closing your eyes and holding your breath. You taste so incredibly sweet on my tongue.

I love to look at you when I’m sucking your cock. I think you probably are the most sexy when you look at me with such tenderness. It fills my heart. Not to mention how much I know you LOVE to watch.

“Come here,” you say after about 10 min. “I want you to give me a show.” I stopped my licking and moved to lay next to you on my back. You kissed me soundly and sat up, taking my breasts in your mouth again, causing my back to arch involuntarily. You know how to treat my breasts like nobody I’ve ever met. Sometimes it’s all I think about.

You slide your hands down my body, over the silky material of my teddy and between my legs. “Spread your legs for me. I want to touch you and lick you and put things inside of you.” You settled yourself between my legs, nudging them farther apart.

“Anything you say, my Sweet.” You gently moved your hands over my teddy, then untied the sides until it fell open, leaving me completely exposed to you, just as we like it. You moved your fingers to the top of my lips and found my pleasure spot. You rubbed it in circles, occasionally slipping your fingers down along the sides of my lips. I love the way you touch me. After I came (because I always do when you touch me), you said “I want you to masturbate for me while I watch.”

You didn’t have to tell me twice. My hand was down there very fast, taking your place. As I closed my eyes and rubbed myself, you hunkered down very close to watch my every move.

As the mood struck you, you joined with you tongue, tasting me, causing jolts of electricity to shoot through my body. “Spread your legs farther, “ you tell me, “I want you to be totally open to me.” I love it when you say that. You helped by using your hands to spread my lips as I continued to give you your favorite show. I came once hard when your tongue touched my clit and could already feel the next one building.

Making love with you is definitely a workout, as it’s one total body orgasm after another. I don’t know how I stand it!

You got up from your spot for a minute and grabbed the oil and a vibrator. You coated the vibrator with oil, turned it on, and slid it inside of me as I lifted my hips in invitation. “Cum for me again, Babe. Now.” I did as you ask, as I always do. You worked the vibrator slowly in and out with one hand as you dribbled oil on me with the other.

“Good girl,” you breathed in that sexy voice you save just for me, “Now use your hands to spread the oil on yourself, “ you instructed. I spread the oil all over my breasts and belly as you watched hungrily. The more I spread it, the more you poured.

I whispered how I was imagining your chest sliding over mine, our limbs intertwining, parts slipping on parts, in parts. You told me to flip over because you wanted to stick a vibrator in my ass and then slide in from behind.

“I like a man who knows what he wants.” I said with a laugh as I followed your orders. I flipped on my stomach and got on my knees as you poured oil on my ass, rubbing it liberally between my ass cheeks. You stuck the first vibrator back inside of me as you continued to coat my body with oil. “Give me a show, “ you said, “I want to watch you cum again.” I reached underneath and began to rub myself again as you rubbed more oil on my ass. When you felt I was relaxed enough, you slipped the small vibrator in my ass, turning it up. This sent me over the edge, causing my whole body to tense and squirm.

I wanted you inside of me very badly. You took the vibrator out of my pussy and slid yourself in, driving yourself balls deep.

You could feel the vibrator on your cock, as well as the tight wetness inside of me, gripping you tight. I must say, in all due modesty, that I’ve never seen you as happy as when you’re deep inside of me. Just the way I like it.

You took your time getting started, working to a steady rhythm, all the while feeling the vibration on your cock.

I continued to masturbate, occasionally stroking your balls, and could feel the orgasm about ready to overtake me again.

When we both came hard, you gently removed both yourself and the anal toy and curled yourself around me. Our bodies felt slippery from the oil, your hands sliding around on my breasts and down between my legs. You are insatiable.

“I want to do that again a little later,” you said, as you nuzzled my neck.

“Bossy.” I said, but we both knew I’d be looking forward to it.

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You giving ME a show

You have I have been together for a long time. We’ve laughed, loved and shared many things.

Sexually-speaking, you and I are dynamic and fun and we love to give each other pleasure. There is one thing though ………… I have never seen you masturbate.

Well, technically I have, since you’ve slid your cock between my breasts before, but that’s not quite the same thing.

Knowing how much you like sex with me, and what an incredible horndog you are, I just assumed that you were doing it when I wasn’t around. I thought perhaps you were a little shy. So one day I asked you about it. I asked when the last time was that you’d masturbated.

You told me that you never did.

Never? As in…..never?

I found this naturally hard to believe. Considering how much trouble I had keeping MY hands off of you, I imagined that you felt the same way.

You said you didn’t really get into that and you didn’t think anyone would want to see that anyway.

Well, gee, you sure seem to enjoy watching ME. In your opinion, that was different. Your flattering argument was, how could anyone not enjoy watching me masturbate? “That’s all well and good, but I would still love to see YOU do it.”

The logic of this seemed to be lost on you and you wanted to drop the subject, but I can be rather persistent about some things.

“Please? Please, please?” (It’s hard to get around my logical arguments.)

After awhile, you couldn’t say no to me anymore, so you relented, albeit reluctantly.

“So what do you want me to do?” you asked, obviously feeling extremely self-conscious.

I suggested you remove all of your clothes and lay down on the bed. You did, but you didn’t seem to be enjoying it very much, which was odd since you usually really enjoy being naked.

I knew I wasn’t going to get much of a show as long as you had that sort of attitude, so I offered to help.

I stripped off all of my clothes as well and lay on my side next to you, propped up on one arm. At my gentle urging, you took your cock in your hand and half-heartedly began to stroke it.

This was clearly not going to work.

I am not one to admit defeat easily, so I reached over you (depositing my breast in your mouth), and grabbed the slippery stuff from the bedside table. Slippery stuff is better than KY because it’s already liquidy and is gooey like a snail trail. Delightful stuff. I also know that you really really like the feel of it, at least you do when I’m th one using it on you.

I covered your cock and hand with it and resumed my position.

“I will never be able to do this if you’re staring at me,” you said, slightly exasperated.

I’m nothing if not creative, so I kissed you thoroughly (which helped), dragged my hand up your cock to make my hand slippery, and hopped to my feet.

I stepped over you and straddled your head. Of course you looked up to see my pussy above you. I began to masturbate as you watched and I encouraged you to stroke yourself.

I told you how sexy you were and how much I loved to make love with you.

The more I talked, the more your hand started to move. I could see you getting harder and your eyes trying to pull me closer.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute, just watching your body start to become aroused. I was moving my hips, occasionally squatting down to give you a better view as I touched myself.

After a bit, I dropped to my knees above your face, to which you responded by reaching up with your other hand and sticking your finger inside me.

As much as I absolutely loved this attention, that wasn’t the point of this exercise, so I swatted your hand away and told you playfully that you were a naughty boy and to concentrate on what you were doing.

I continued to masturbate as I watched you. I watched you get harder and your body start to tense. I could see the red flush spread across your chest and up your neck.

You looked scrumptious.

I told you how incredibly sexy you looked right that moment and seeing you do that turned me on immensely. This embarrassed you somewhat, but pleased you more.

“When I see you like that, all I can think about is having you inside me.” I gave you more details about how I’d love to have you tie me up again, masturbate me, slip toys inside of me and tease me until I scream and how watching you masturbate made me really really hot.

I arched my back and told you I was going to cum. Being true to my word…. I did.

“Cum for ME, Babe.” I cooed to you. “I want to see you cum. You are so sexy.”

To help you along, I slid over and lay beside you, bent down and put my breast in your mouth, which you sucked on greedily.

I reached down with my hand and ran my finger up and down from the base of your cock to your balls. “Cum for me!”

That did it. Your stomach contracted and your head started to come forward when the head of your cock exploded.

I may be exaggerating here a little, but not by much. It was a beautiful sight. You continued stroking yourself a few more times, while I covered you with kisses.

“That was incredibly sexy,” I tell you, in between kisses. I was practically giddy.

I let you catch your breath for a few moments then I got up to get you a warm washcloth. You tried to do it yourself, but I insisted you relax and let me give to you.

“Thank you.” I said tenderly. “That was totally hot.”

I could tell that you were self-conscious, but again, quite pleased.

“It’s weird,” you said a little later, “but for some reason, even though that was a great orgasm, when I run it through in my head, all I can think about is being inside of you.”

“Really? Okay.”

I rolled on top of you and slid your cock inside me, which had been getting hard again as we talked.

“Your reward,” I told you, “for giving me such an outstanding show.”

We made love again slowly and tenderly, then drifted off to sleep, closer than ever.

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Can't talk now....I'm all tied up

Sometimes, I’m kinda naughty.

Sometimes, I can think of nothing more fun that torturing you.
Sometimes? ……Who am I kidding? I love to drive you crazy anytime.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You and I had a party to go to and you didn’t especially want to go. For our mutual amusement, I thought I’d make it a little more fun for you.

After we’d gotten out of the car, you came around and took my hand and I pulled you into a hug, putting my arms around your neck. Never one to refuse my embrace, you reciprocated willingly. I nuzzled your neck gently then whispered in your ear, “When we get home, I want you to tie me up and do unspeakably naughty things to my exposed and helpless body.”

You froze for a moment, then pulled back to look at me and make sure I was serious. Assuring yourself that it wasn’t a joke, you tried to nudge me back into the car. “Oh, no,” I said, “You have to be on your best behavior at this party or the deal is off.”

(I figured this would make things more interesting.)

The rest of the party was tantalizingly good fun for me. At every opportunity, I would lean to you and say something like, “Legs wide open,” or “Oily breasts,” or the ever-popular, “Your delicious cock in my mouth.”

It was gratifying to see you struggle to maintain your outward calm while your mind raced with things that lay ahead.

Occasionally, you slipped your hand under my summer skirt to cop a feel when nobody was looking. I mostly played hard to get.

You are so much fun to tease.

I love to see that look of want in your eyes, almost a desperation, yet secure in the knowledge that you will be well-rewarded for your behavior.

As we began our drive home, I leaned back in my seat and said, “That was a really nice party, don’t you think?”

There was a distinct pause before you replied, “Yeah, nice party. Oh, and you are sooo going to pay.”

Blink, blink, blink. “Whatever do you mean?” I replied with feigned innocence.

I couldn’t wait to get home.

After we came in, I went into the bathroom for a few minutes and began taking off my make-up. I heard you rummaging around in the bedroom, so I called out, “Nice party, huh? I’m kinda tired though. Can’t wait to just go to sleep. Yup, really really tired.”

I came out into the bedroom as I said this and saw that you had other plans. “Nice try,” you said, stepping towards me. “Lay down on the bed. NOW!”

I pretended to be reluctant as I slowly moved towards the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked, all big-eyed and innocent.

“Tease ME all night, will ya! I told you that you were going to pay and I meant it!”

You grabbed each one of my arms and tied them with silky scarves to the rings that we keep there (they came with the bed….honest).

When both of my arms were secured, you gave a little yank to my skirt and tossed it onto the floor, exposing my tiny g-string that I wore just for the occasion. (I don’t find them comfortable, but they’re sexy as hell.)

You unbuttoned my shirt, one slow button at a time and unhooked my front-clasp bra, allowing my breasts their freedom. One of the things I love about you is how you treat my breasts. You treat them with such reverence, like you can’t believe that you get to touch them and play with them. With your hands gently kneading them, you bent forward and gave me a kiss that made my head spin. Your lips are so soft and when you kiss me, I can feel you reaching out to connect with me. I can feel it throughout my whole body. It’s a taste of the divine.

After you have worked me up into a slippery lather with your kisses and your caresses, you stripped off your pants and straddled my chest. Slowly, ever so slowly, you brought your cock to my lips, where I started circling your head with my tongue.

Once I had my tongue and my lips all over you, I sucked a little to pull you in. It was hard for me to play with you as I would have liked, since I didn’t have use of my hands, but you seemed to be enjoying the attention.

So much so, that within a few minutes, I could taste your sweet fluids in my mouth. Your taste is so light and sweet and smooth. I really like it. As you were cumming, you squeezed me with your thighs and almost collapsed on top of me. I love to watch your face when you cum. Damn, you’re sexy.

With tremendous effort, you straightened up and slid down next to me, stroking my breast with your hand. I felt your arms go around me, and your leg drape over me as you held me and nuzzled my neck. “Thank you” you said softly, “but don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

Being the gentleman that you are, you went to the kitchen and got me a drink of water with a straw.

You straddled me again at the waist and began to stroke my breasts with your fingers, telling me how beautiful they were. You commented that my skin looked dry, however, so you grabbed the massage oil and drizzled it over each breast.

Taking your time, you used your fingers and your thumbs and rubbed the oil all around them. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of you. I love the warm touch of your hands on me, the way you cup the sides of my breasts with your hands, trailing them across my nipples in wide circles.

Since I was helpless and since I’d tortured you earlier, you thought it only right that you should masturbate for a little bit using my breasts. You added some oil to your hardening cock and began to slide it between my heavy breasts.

I looked at you lovingly and rolled my eyes in mock annoyance as I watched you enjoying my body. It’s very sexy to see you pleasuring yourself.

When you had, temporarily, gotten your fill of my breasts, you slid off and began to caress the length of my body. You gave me a devilish grin and said how much you liked having me tied up and at your mercy. With me all helpless, I couldn’t do a thing if you wanted to run your fingers up and down the front of my panties.

At that moment, I couldn’t imagine wanting to do anything other than helping you do it…and more. I spread my legs a little father apart to give you better access, which made you smile a wolfish grin. You continued with your fingers, occasionally bringing your nose close to nuzzle and sniff.

My breathing was getting a little rapid and my body was getting a little tense and clammy. “Please please please!” I begged.

You just laughed. You told me you’d make me pay and now you were doing it.

After an interminable amount of time, you told me that it was time to take off my panties. (Thank God!) You grabbed hold of my ankles, and lifted them like you would to change a baby’s diaper. (Not a sexy thought, but still descriptive.)

When my legs were up high, you started to slide my panties off of my hips and down my thighs, leaving all of my parts entirely exposed.

At this point you stopped and said that you had an idea. You reached over and grabbed another long scarf, quickly tying my ankles together with one end and bringing the other end up to the headboard. Thank goodness for me that it was a long scarf!

When you were done, I was left with both legs high in the air and everything I had left wide open and vulnerable.

I was so aroused that I thought I couldn’t take anymore.

I was mistaken.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look on your face. You looked excited, a little surprised and totally fiendish. I adored you completely at that moment.

As a side note, one of the things I love about making love with you is that I can trust you totally and completely with my body. I know, without a doubt, that I can put myself into your hands and you will honor me with exquisite tenderness, even when we’re getting wild and crazy. This is a gift that I have always and will always treasure.

Back to the naughties……

You scooched back to the edge of the bed where you could get a better view of your handiwork.

You stuck your finger in your mouth, then slowly ran your finger around the edge of my lips, causing me to shudder with excitement and mew with need.

You used your other hand to spread my lips, where you moistened your finger again, this time with my juices, sliding it around and between, then slowly inside.

You brought your head down to slowly lick my very wet pussy, as you continued to play with me using your fingers. You found my quivering clit, which you gently sucked on.

I felt an orgasm building, which I knew would be the first of many tonight, so I let it overtake me, quivering and bucking as much as possible given my position.

You paused in your attentions for a few minutes to let me recover, returning to me with a vibrating toy. As soon as I heard the little buzzing sound, I began to get excited again. You caressed my folds with the tip of the vibrator then slid it inside, turning it higher. I know you love to slide toys in and out of me as much or possibly more than I like having it done. We locked eyes for a moment, conveying a tenderness that gripped my heart.

With one vibrator inside of me, you pulled out a second toy and covered my ass with oil. Sometimes a little vibrating pressure down there is just what I need to send me over the edge, not to mention how much you like the feel of that when you’re inside of me.

I was very relaxed at this point, so it took no effort to slide it in. You continued to move the other vibrator in and out of my pussy and began to use your thumb to rub my clit.

You did say that I would have to pay, so I endured all of this pleasure as my due punishment. Or so I told you.

You chuckled a little and started to increase your speed and pressure.

When I began to cum again, this time very hard, you pulled out the vibrator and slid inside, just in time to feel my internal walls do a dance around your cock.

With my legs up high, you were able to drive in deeply, grabbing my hips in the process. You liked to pull out, just leaving the head of your cock inside before plunging back in.

Every time you pulled out, I felt the breath being sucked out of me, as if you took part of me with you.

Having just cum less than an hour before, we were both pleased at your staying power. I loved feeling you plunge inside of me. I only wished at that moment that my hands were free so I could touch you more.

I know you love to hear me talk dirty to you, so I began to remind you of things just past, of how you tasted in my mouth, and how exposed and vulnerable I felt when you started to take off my panties.

You held me close as you reached your climax -- my body still twitching and shaking from my own release (again) just moments before. I still can’t believe how often and how easily I cum when I’m with you. It’s like all you have to do is ask.

You removed the toy, untied my hands and legs and melted into my total body embrace. I covered you with kisses and we shared some endearments, expressing our feelings as much through our loving touches as through our words.

However much I paid, it couldn’t have been enough.

What I got back from you was …. Priceless.

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A Sexy Striptease

You’re the type of guy who likes to watch. You know it and I know it. The good news is that I like to give you good things to watch. Most of the time, you watch and participate, but sometimes ….. you just like to watch.

Tonight was one of those nights. I was really horny, as I’d been thinking about you on and off throughout the day, hoping for a little fun tonight. When you walked through the door that night, I could see it wasn’t likely going to happen. You look exhausted and had had a really hard day.

You said that all you wanted to do was to kick back and watch a little boob tube.

That gave me an idea.

“Would just a little boob do?” I asked. You laughed, but you stopped when you saw the look in my eye. Your look changed to one more of intrigue. “Oh?” you responded, “Okay, but you have to do all the work.” I just gave you one of my looks of infinite wisdom, with a smile to match.

After dinner, I excused myself to our bedroom to get things ready. After about a half hour, I invited you to see what I had waiting for you.

The lighting was low, the bed was made and there was a very comfy chair facing the bed in the center of the room. When you came in, I was standing on top of the bed, wearing a stretchy short skirt and a deep v-necked, button-down, short-sleeved shirt. I gestured for you to sit down, then I clicked the remote in my hand and filled the room with sexy music.

I love to dance. I always have. Since I know you don’t, we compromise and sometimes I dance for you. This is one of those times.

You smiled hugely as you sat in the chair. There was a small table next to the chair that held a cold glass of water and a tube of slippery stuff.

As the music played, I started to sway my hips to the rhythm. I let my head roll with the music, my hair lightly swinging behind me. As I spread my legs, dipping and swaying, the hem of my skirt creeped higher up my strong thighs.

I started to move my hands on my thighs, then inside my thighs, up my hips and my chest, gently squeezing my breasts, all the while my hips swaying to the music. I love to dance. I love even more having you watch me dance – imagining me naked, imagining having me standing over you (naked) doing this same dance. I can tell you’re thinking it by the wicked look in your eye. That, and the bulge that has very quickly emerged in your pants.

I move off the bed, directly in front of you, still swaying and moving, my skirt riding higher on my thighs. I turn around, spread my legs and bent deeply at the waist, hands touching the floor. My short skirt slid right up to my wiggling ass, which was conveniently pointed right at your face. You reach out and put one hand on my cheek, squeezing gently. With your other hand, you moistened your finger in your mouth, then slid it in my pussy. I let you do it for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling, then stood up and said playfully, “Oh, come on now. You know the rules. No touching. I don’t want to have to call the bouncer on you.”

You laughed and promised to be good.

The dance continued.

I faced you again, moving my hips, and began to slowly unbutton my blouse, dramatically pausing after each one and squeezing my breasts.

When I reached the last button, I shimmied it off of my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I was wearing a cupless bra – bright red. My breasts stood firm and proud, with my nipples tight and hard.

I squeezed my breast with one hand and gave my nipple a lick, which made you squirm in your seat a little. I know you love it when I do that.

As the music played, I shimmied out of my skirt, showing you a pair of crotchless panties that beautifully matched the bra.

I moved towards you, shaking to the music, and did a shimmy shake with my breasts in your face. You showed considerable restraint, managing to keep your hands firmly in your lap.

I turned around and swiveled my ass on your lap for a minute or so, then moved back towards the bed.

I stood on the bed, looked you dead in the eye, and slowly started to move my panties down my hips, swaying as I went.

You reached out, glad for the glass of cold water on the table, which you drank greedily.

After I took them completely off and tossed them towards you, I got down on my hands and knees, turned around and started to reach for the bedside table.

You took this opportunity to jump out of the chair, remove your pants and scoot the chair right up to the edge of the bed.

While I was still facing away from you, I squeezed a little lube on my hand and reached under to slide my fingers around. I did this for a few minutes, as you got your own lubricated hand working on your cock.

I flipped onto my back and inched to the end of the bed, where you were drooling appropriately. My legs were spread very far apart, giving you a wickedly good view.

As you watched and stroked your cock, I worked my fingers between my lips, slipped my finger inside, and rubbed my clit in tight little circles. When I looked at you, you felt it and pulled your eyes from my show for a moment to look at me lovingly, before you went back to the activities at hand (so to speak.)

I reached out my other hand and took my favorite vibrator, covered it with oil, then moved it back and forth across my clit and my lips, before sliding it inside of me.

I moved it in and out and arched my hips to meet it, while I rubbed my clit with my other hand.

I was very excited. I could tell this was going to be a very good one. I felt myself getting close several times, but I wanted to let it build.

“May I please?” you said and reached out to touch the vibrator.

“Okay, but no touching.” You leaned forward and took the vibrator, moving it in and out, loving the sloshy sound that it made going in and out. That’s another good thing about using a lot of lube.

I continued to rub my clit while you worked the vibrator in and out. Not being able to stand it, you were already on your knees in front of me, as close as you could get without bumping your nose. You reached out your finger, got it slick with the lube and my own juices, and slowly slid your finger in my ass.

Well, that did it.

I came so hard that my world seemed to both stop and spin out of control at the same time.

Yours didn’t, however. You sprang into action, seizing the moment. You pulled out the vibrator, then pulled out your finger, and slid yourself home. I reached my legs up and you grabbed my ankles, thrusting yourself deep inside of me, feeling the waves of my orgasm grip you with their intensity.

It took you about 4 seconds to climax and join me. When you were done, I wrapped my legs around you and held you close.

“Feeling better?”

A perfect end to any day.

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A Romantic Evening with Toys

I’ve been thinking about it for hours, looking forward to when you were coming home. I greet you with hugs and kisses and have a nice dinner planned. A nice, light dinner, just for the two of us. The kids are conveniently elsewhere and the candles are lit in the bedroom.

As I lead you into the bedroom, our eyes lock ………………. and I can tell you’ve been thinking about it too. Your eyes are very dark and smoldering and you have a predatory look in your eye that I find exciting. I excuse myself to slip into something more comfortable.

I come out a few minutes later wearing something that seems to cover a lot, but in fact covers very little. While I’ve been gone, you’ve been busy.

I look on the bedside table and I see massage oil, three of my favorite vibrating toys, lubricating slippery stuff and silky strips of material.

Yes, you have definitely been thinking about it.

I step towards you and put my arms around your neck. I bury my nose in your neck, inhaling your male scent, mixed with a light smell of my favorite cologne. Mmmmmmm.

You return my snugs, then ask me to step back to you can admire my outfit. The filmy over ‘jacket’ is black with a tie at the neck. You reach forward and pull the string, letting it fall open in front. You slowly put your hands on my shoulders, pushing back the material, letting it fall to the ground. Underneath, I’m wearing a short, black dress, made of something stretchy and thin. Thin spaghetti straps hold it up. You can clearly see the outline of my nipples underneath the material. You reach out and trace them with your finger and they pucker tightly at your touch. You move up and put your hand on my face, pulling me into a tender kiss. Your lips are so soft and gentle and I ache to feel them on the rest of me.

I reach out to touch you, but you catch my hand, kiss it and say, “Not tonight. Tonight, you are mine to play with.” I feel a tremor of excitement run through me, thinking about what naughties you have in mind.

You tell me to lay down on my back on the bed and you take one end of one of the ties, tie it around my wrist, through the bed frame and back around my other wrist. It’s different than how you usually do it, but you won’t tell me why. Then you blindfold me. I love it when you blindfold me. I am at your mercy.

The first thing you do is slide your hands up my thighs and under my dress. There’s something naughty about having your hands underneath my clothes. As your hands reach my pussy, your fingers brush along the silk of my g-string. “Oh, what have we here. We can’t have that,” you say as you slide them off my hips, down my legs and onto the floor. “There. Much better.” You reach your hands up again and feel the small section of tight curls. You continue to push my dress up until your hands reach my breasts. You knead them gently as I moan with pleasure. You pull my dress all the up so you can get your mouth on my nipples, as you stretch yourself across the length of me. There’s something naughty about the idea that you still have clothes on and I’m totally naked and vulnerable.

I love the way you touch my breasts. You take your time, enjoying being able to look, and touch and play with them. My arms are over my head and the blindfold is in place. I am at your mercy.

After you have suckled my breasts for awhile, you move slowly down my body, enjoying the feel of my skin under your fingers. You leave goosebumps in your wake. When you get to my pussy, you brush you fingers along the outside, knowing that it will drive me wild with anticipation. You nudge my legs apart and slowly stroke the insides of my thighs, knowing how much I want you to touch me and lick me. You’re making me wait for it, ask for it --- beg for it. You get up and get a drink of water, knowing that leaving me exposed and waiting for you drives me crazy. You stand and stare at me for a few minutes, thinking of things to come. Knowing how much I want you makes you hard.

Finally, you settle down between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart and slowly and gently start licking me. I buck up at the first flick of your tongue, gasping. You use your thumb to rub my clit, knowing how much I love it. I love to have you masturbate me. You continue until you see me getting clammy and tense, then you slip your finger inside so you can feel it when I cum. Watching me cum so easily for you and so often makes you feel powerful and masculine. You want more. This is good because I’m not even close to being finished.

You tell me to turn over. That’s why you left so much play in the ties. You didn’t want to have to untie me first. As I roll over, you put a special pillow under my hips to lift them up higher so you can see what you’re doing.

You get the bottle of massage oil and pour it liberally all over my ass. I love to be rubbed with massage oil. You hands are everywhere. You slide your fingers down the crack of my ass and all over my ass cheeks. You use your hands to spread the lips of my pussy apart so you can see and touch. “Oh YES!” I say with great enthusiasm. I love it when you spread me wide. Just knowing that you’re getting off looking at me turns me on even more.

Then you get one of the vibrating toys and you put it in my pussy, sliding it in and out as I squirm and move with it. Seeing how much I’m enjoying it, you get the other toy and masturbate my clit from the outside with it. One toy inside, one toy outside – no mercy. I cum again very hard. When the waves have receded, you give me a break for a minute and continue rubbing my ass.

You want to be inside of me, but it’s not time yet.

You reach for the third toy, cover it with slippery stuff, then slowly put it in my ass, turned on high.

Now it’s time.

You cover your hard cock with slippery stuff, put the rest on, in and around my very wet pussy, then you slide in from behind. It’s very tight and very wet and you can feel the vibration of the toy on your cock. This makes you crazy. You hold onto my hips and pound into me while I’m straining to meet you.

“Bang me, babe. Bang me hard. More. Yes.”

You hold my hips tight and climax. The world stops and time stands still. You collapse on top of me, then slide off to the side and remove the toy. You untie my wrists and pull me close, where we begin to kiss and touch and hold each other.

We’re already both thinking about next time.

Give it an hour.

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Beach House Sex

Hotel sex is the best. No kids. No phone. Clean towels a few feet away and no place that you have to be.

The only thing better than hotel sex is vacation sex in the beautiful beach house you rented for us for the weekend. I have been looking forward to this all week and I know you have too. To set the mood, we took a long walk on the beach and played tag with the waves.

When we returned to the beach house, we enjoyed a candlelight dinner and my favorite flavor of wine cooler.

I really enjoy spending time with you. We held hands, laughed and your smile lit your eyes making you look so incredibly sexy. My mind was beginning to race, thinking about things to come. (Me, hopefully – more than once.)

To that end, I excused myself to ‘powder my nose’ and went into our bedroom.

I stripped off my clothes and put some perfume in all the right places, brushed my hair, then brushed my teeth. (Fresh is good.) I also applied some very bright red lipstick. (I like to leave my mark.)

I put on a pair of my favorite little butt shorts. They have a zipper that starts in the back and zips all the way around to the front. I put on my black cupless bra to go with it, along with the highest high-heel shoes I own. I can’t walk far in them, but damn they look hot.

I’m feeling really wicked tonight. Since I know how much you like to undress me, I slipped on a VERY thin, white tank top and filmy skirt that wasn’t much longer than the shorts.

I did my sexiest walk to the sliding glass door and struck a pose. “Up for dessert?” I asked and gave you a smile. You jumped to your feet with a goofy look on your face. You looked like a little kid at Christmas. The difference being that your cock was rock-hard and practically shooting out of your shorts.

“You look sexy,” you said once you recovered your voice.

“And you look uncomfortable” I replied, doing my best to look concerned. I took a few steps forward, grabbed the cushion off the chair, and dropped it on the floor at your feet. “Let me help you,” I said as I dropped to my knees.

I pulled out your cock, dropping your swim trunks to the floor. We were mostly covered by the shade of the overhang, and our porch was a bit up the sand, but it was still exciting to think that someone could come along at any moment and catch us.

I grasped your cock with one hand and your balls with the other, as I took you in my mouth. I circled the head of your cock with my tongue, then took you deep in my mouth. You hand was on my hair and you were looking down at me as I moved my mouth up and down over your shaft. I paused to look up at you, with my tongue sticking out, licking you like a Popsicle – very very slowly. You tasted really good.

At this point, you thought I was going to stop, but I knew you’d been thinking about this weekend for longer than I had, so I thought you might appreciate it if I took the edge off a bit. Judging by the strong exhaling of your breath when I took you back into my mouth, I’d say you did.

My hand is slippery from all the saliva coming out of my mouth, so I’m able to use my hand to twist the silky skin of your cock back and forth as I take you deep into my throat. You love the twisty thing. After a few more minutes of this, I can feel your orgasm start to build. You tell me you’re going to cum and start to pull out of my mouth, but I keep a strong grip and take you back into my mouth. Within moments, you fill my mouth with your warm fluid. I can tell you’ve been eating well lately because your taste is light and sweet. I do love to watch you when you cum. You are so incredibly sexy.

You help me to my feet and wrap your arms around me, holding me close. I took your hand and started to walk inside, when I noticed you had to take tiny little steps behind me, which made me laugh. (Your shorts were still around your ankles.)

When we got in the room, I took a few steps ahead to be sure to give you a good rear view. Then I bent down to, uh, tie my shoe, giving you an even better view.

You stepped out of your shorts and strode up behind me very quickly. “I’m going to do very naughty things to you” you tell me, with a fiendish look in your eye. “Thank God,” I said, “And here I was afraid you were done.” There’s nothing you like better than a challenge.

With that said, you put your arms around me and kissed me very passionately. We kissed for quite a little while, adding to my slipperiness and making my breasts to start to ache.

You stepped back and pulled off my shirt, seeing the cupless bra lift my breasts up high, like a gift for your mouth. A gift you received very well.

You reached your hands down to my thighs and worked your hands up, looking for my ass. When you came to my shorts and you felt the zipper, I felt you pause and look at me with a giant smile on your face. “You naughty thing,” you said, as you tugged down my skirt. “I’m going to stick toys in you.”

I first lay down on my back so you could run your hands up and down my body, nudging my legs apart. You love to have total access to my body. You slid you hands up my thighs and ran both of your hands under my shorts, using your thumb to gently rub my clit, while the other hand gently strokes inside my lips with the tips of your two fingers.

You bent your head down, pulled the shorts to the side, and flicked your tongue where it would do the most good. At the first feel of your tongue, I arched up and threw my head back. I’d been thinking about this all day. After a moment I relaxed some and spread my legs a little wider. You licked me and rubbed my clit until you could feel me getting ready to explode. It didn’t take long. My breathing became fast and my body clammy and tense.

When you stuck your finger inside of me, I was done for. When I relaxed from the aftershocks, you told me to turn over. You weren’t done with me yet.

You grabbed a pillow and threw a towel over it, then shoved it under my hips. You wanted me to be comfortable because you planned on being there awhile.

You nudge my knees farther apart and reach over my back to gently squeeze my breasts, which are hanging down. When you sit back up, I look over my shoulder at you with my eyes shining. You are so good to me.

As you got off the bed, in search of toys, you told me not to move. You found them quickly, along with some lovely-smelling slippery stuff. You hopped back on the bed and nudged my knees just a little farther apart. You always like me to be completely exposed and at your mercy.

Just the thought of it makes me ache.

You came up behind me and ran your fingers up the bottoms of the shorts, squeezing my ass cheeks. “Hmmm,” you said, “I can’t really see what I’m doing here.” So slowly, very slowly, you began to unzip the back of my shorts, exposing just an inch or so of the crack of my ass. “Yes, that’s better,” you said as you opened the oil and let it drip down my crack.

“Oh, but I can’t reach to spread the oil around,” you said, in that same light voice. At this point, I’m starting to wiggle my heinie to entice you. You reached out and unzipped me a little farther, enough to expose my tight little asshole, covered with oil.

You use your thumb to rub the oil around and gently pushed you thumb in, to see how relaxed I was. Still, you said you didn’t seem to have enough room to work, so you unzipped the shorts farther to expose my already slippery girl parts. You poured more oil and rubbed it over my ass, spreading me farther apart, watching, touching. You pulled out the first vibrator, turned it on and slowly worked it in and out of my pussy. I wiggled with pleasure. I love having you stick toys in me. It’s such an incredible turn on.

You grabbed the second toy and moved it around on my clit, driving me wild. I felt a small orgasm rip through me, which you noticed with glee. “Oh yeah, babe. I love it when you cum for me. Good girl.”

With the vibrator on the outside and one on the inside, I could hardly contain myself. I felt the pressure build like a volcano ready to erupt. When you watched me begin to explode, you pulled out the vibrator and took your place inside.

There’s nothing sexier than feeling my internal walls doing a belly dance on your cock …. or so you tell me.

You grabbed my hips and drove inside of me while I looked over my shoulder at you. You look so damn sexy with your chest all pumped up and the sweat glistening off of you. I could cum again just watching you.

Just before you were going to cum, you pulled you, flipped me over, and drove right back in. I wrapped my legs around you on that final thrust and held you close.

I do so love to feel your orgasms. You do it with more than your body – you do it with your whole soul and it’s beautiful to watch. I’m so very glad that you’re my lover. I wouldn’t change that for the world.

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