On my knees in black lace and leather, eyes wide open, I salivate. My tongue almost laps at his tip.
He stares down at me with bedroom eyes. I’ve seen that look before, once or twice, many months apart.
I stare back at him, lure him into my core.
Stay a while, I say without words.
Still on my knees, my mouth warm and moist, I invite the inevitable. I can almost taste his manhood.
I lick my lips. He watches closely, his body tense and rigid.
The connection is there, deep and real.
Also simple and complicated, consistent and predictable, recurring and relentless.
A delicate dance between fantasy and reality.
I feel his hands touch my hair, light and sweet at the back of my head. He needs it, my lips on his cock.
It’s all I need to begin. I use my mouth, not my hands, to end the suspense.
Later, my hands will play a part.
But for now, our seduction continues its torturous game.
*this is a prelude of a more complete flash fiction piece I am working on.
This story makes better sense if you read part 1 first. Previous consent was given to all activities described in this post.
Samantha laid on the bed, arms tied above her head and ankles tied apart, wondering what will happen to her next. Cesar was a man of few words, she knew, and asking him questions while he’s concentrating on bondage was futile. It would only frustrate him.
All her fidgeting earlier must have interrupted his rest, she realized. When he had left the room she thought he went to sleep someplace else, given how active her movements were, but she was wrong. He came back with rope, and tied her up just as she was drifting off to sleep.Continue reading “Sleepless (part 2)”
Samantha tossed and turned for most of the night.
Her skin felt flushed and prickly from the humidity even though she took a cool, soothing shower before bed.
To distract herself, she looked at the sky through a crack in the blinds. It was late; the pale light from the moon implied a time for stillness and slumber.
Samantha tried to fall asleep again. She turned this way and that, moved pillows into different locations, and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail on top of her head. Still, sleep remained elusive.
Maybe I should just get up, she contemplated before deciding to kick the bed-sheet off her body. Satisfied with her overt nudity exposed to the cool air of the air conditioning, she laid back down into her pillows.
She always went to bed naked; there was something very sensual about the softness of the bed-sheet and how it slid off her body each time she moved.
Samantha understood that nudity was expected here. She no longer had a choice; she gave this up willingly and with consent any time she was invited to sleep in this bed. Back at home, perhaps out of a newly formed habit, she chose to sleep the same.Continue reading “Sleepless (part 1)”
Use your words.
Hit that spot inside her mind. Watch her transform into a wanton, needy, wet mess.Cassandra
Seduce her mind if you want her body.Reminder to men
If you confuse my personality with attitude, you don’t understand me at all.
My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are.Paraphrased by Cassandra
There’s a difference between people who want to fuck you and people who want to make you cum.Seen on tumblr
The list of things I’m too old for and continue to ignore gets longer with every passing year.Inspired by @kimtopher22
Lead yourself first. Quiet the noise. Clear the clutter. Silence the shame.
Consider that your next right thing might be disruptive, bring discomfort, or reveal a difficult truth.Emily P Freeman
Wearing a sun dress with nothing underneath…
As a vanilla person going to run an ordinary errand…
Just to do it for the sake of doing it…
Maybe with some nice, heeled shoes to up the ante..
Alexandra imagined herself lying on her bed, on her back, head hanging over the edge. There was a man standing in her line of vision, his erection hard and pointing at her mouth.
Andrew, she labeled the man tentatively.
Immediately after she imagined this scenario, she rejected it.
“I’m not ready,” she told herself.Continue reading “Releasing inhibitions – part 1”
I bought myself a present. This is one of four types of fishnets. ❤️
A slight detour before I continue the adventures of Liz and Jack.
A man who commented on one of my stories on this blog decided to buy and read my book, The Man from the South. He let me know in a comment, and then alerted me to the following caution: he is a self-proclaimed, notoriously critical reviewer.
I thought, okay, thanks for the warning. Although I was intrigued, I admit the caution left me a little bit unsettled. Who is this man, and how can he say something like this before he even read my book? It’s almost as if he expected my very first book to be mediocre.
Today, Smashwords notified me that I have received my first review.Continue reading “The notoriously critical reviewer”
So I’m stuck in lockdown again. Naturally, my mind is in overdrive and I have all sorts of kinky things going through my head. Given the extra free time, I may churn out a few more stories here on this blog.Continue reading “Kinky overdrive”