Just because Locktober is over doesn’t mean teasing and denial comes to an end.
Besides, we all know a bratty sub needs some discipline to keep them in line while doing chores.
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I wake up to the email from work, and I am filled with a cold dread.
All employees are expected to return to the building starting next week.
I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to work from home during this period. However, right at the beginning I discovered that long hours of being online in a dull, data-entry job do tend to let the mind wander. …
“Unhh… unhh… yes, yes.”
Her grunts keep time with my lapping tongue, long slow paintbrush strokes, laving her cunt with attention. Up and down, like a metronome, I continue to work at it as her breathing quickens. She slides her hand between her legs and pulls back the hood, showing me the nub of her clitoris, inviting me to pay it the same devotion, and I comply. Delicately, with the tip of my tongue, I circle the bud, feeling it throbbing and growing under my touch. I alternate between delving into her depths and flicking her clit. …
The man stirred groggily, his head clouded and heavy. The crackling of burning wood was hot and loud, with the billowing smoke enveloping him, making his eyes tear up as they fluttered open. The cabin was on fire!
Less than an hour earlier, the cottage had been filled with Lorraine’s throaty moans. On her knees she suckled greedily at the penis in front of her, using her hands to cup the testicles and stroke the shaft. If there was one thing she was good at, it was making men happy, and Voyle was a very happy man right then. …
All he could see was her massive tits filling his dimly-lit red-tinted vision. Barely bridled by the balconette bra cradling them, her dark nipples were unmistakable behind the gauzy material but his eyes never left the pendulous motion of the twin orbs as Aimee-Marie swayed from side to side. Chewing her gum languidly, she looked the part in her cowgirl outfit.
Every little shimmy was designed to titillate and taunt, from the ten-gallon hat holding her long cascading tresses to her open plaid shirt tied off at her tanned midriff, accentuated by the big-buckled leather gunbelt above a tiny bikini, and chaps flaring down to cowboy boots which she tapped to the rhythm. …
The moonlight streaming in through the large windows framed the silhouetted pair, kneeling on the bed and entwined in each other. Vera was behind the younger woman, devouring the nape of her neck, experienced hands reaching around and fondling the sensible matching bra and panty set she wore. They kissed, mouths melting into one as their tongues met.
Off came the bra, colour indistinct in the monochrome shadows, joining her hastily discarded waitress uniform in a heap on the carpet. Her name was Robin, or so the little badge on her blouse had said. The bikini briefs stayed on as Vera slowly pushed the girl down on her back. …
We were camping up in the mountains for the weekend, just after Labor Day when the families with kids were gone and there was a slight chill in the air. The leaves were still in full bloom and not quite turning colors yet so the leaf peepers weren’t around either. Our regular campsite was spacious and afforded plenty of privacy once we had pitched the tent, blocking off the fire from over-inquisitive passersby.
The ridge-line trail was always our favorite, with stunning views on both sides as we walked. Distant ponds shimmered in the sunlight, dotting the lush green carpet of forest. I kept having to stop to adjust my cargo shorts; it wasn’t like I was chafing or anything, it just felt really weird as we hiked. …
With a soft click, I shut the door to the tiny janitor’s closet behind me. It was dark inside, and as my foot felt around for the wheeled mop bucket, it touched a firm object.
“Hi,” she whispered, pressing a slim digit to my lips.
I kissed the finger, nibbling the sensibly-manicured tip, letting it slip between my lips and gently sucking on it.
She extracted her forefinger, and then pulled me towards her by the back of my neck. I leaned in for the kiss, unseeing eyes shut, but breathless at the thought that this was finally happening.
I’d stared at her a bit too obviously since the day I started, bewitched by her enchanting smile and dazed by the beguiling way she looked at me. …
She took her time positioning me just right in the little hollow.
With springtime making an earlier than usual appearance, we’d had some balmy weather recently, and celebrated it like we usually did by spending some time up in the mountains.
I sat with my back straight up against a slim birch, its streaky white bark peeling off in curls. She stood in front of me, just a piece of gauzy lace and satin between my lips and her crotch. …
There’s just something about lace.. the sheer sorcery of it, hiding while exposing, teasing and taunting.
As with many kinksters, lace takes pride of place alongside leather, steel and silk among our favourite textures and materials to play with.
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