“You know I won’t lead,” she said. “Or initiate…” Continue reading “Emerging submission”
“He wants me to initiate,” she blurts out of the blue.
We’re sitting on the couch, devices in hand, chatting and casually reading our screens.
I glance up from my phone and focused on her face.
“Sex, you mean?” I ask her. Continue reading “Submissive awakening – part 1”
Originally posted in July 2020. Still valid today.
She dreams of his mouth glued to her pussy.
His tongue dividing her fleshy lips. Probing, searching…
Moisture dripping on his face, down her thighs, onto the sheets.
She yearns, and desires.
Then, something distracts, and she dries up. Continue reading “Fleeting desires”
The sun was beckoning on the back porch through the gap in the curtains.
Glancing around her room she looked for her robe. It was hanging at the far end of the room, on a hook.
I can’t be bothered, she thought to herself and made her way to the bathroom naked. Continue reading “Morning mist”
The nighty she wears is short and clingy. Thin straps hold it in place.
But if she leans forward while sitting, one strap might fall off her shoulder.
She leans forward to allow the strap to fall.
A glance downward confirms her state: aroused and distracted, evident by the goosebumps on her skin, and her protruding nipples through the material.
She bites her lower lip and yearns for his touch. Continue reading “Reminiscing foreplay”
She came back feeling agitated and worked up. When she saw him, she went over to see if his usual calm demeanor would help soothe her nerves.
He saw her turmoil immediately when he locked eyes with her. Slowly, he approached her and opened his arms. Thankful for the gesture, she sank into him for a hug.
He held her for a while, squeezing her tight, until she felt her body relax.
After a while, he peeled her off him, and held her at arms’ length. Gazing into her eyes, he spoke:
She looked back at him, searching his eyes for something. He let go of her arms after a while, and returned her look.
“Touch me,” she said.
At first the pictures were innocent. A view of running shoes on a treadmill. A beer can in a shower.
But the words supplemented and enticed.
Who drinks in the shower? she wanted to know.
Shower beers are the best! he responded.
Over time, things progress. Strategic selfies covering her assets, but not all the way.
A slightly open towel. Curves on display. A nipple showing. Continue reading “Pandemic strangers”
Clicking send in my app, with my nude selfie attached, was a little nerve-wracking. I knew he was busy networking with business associates. Would he bother checking his phone at all while on the golf course? Would he suspect it was me, and instinctively know I was probably up to no good?
He knew I had it in me to tease and torment him. When he left, he was keenly aware of the state I was in – naked, satisfied, and needy.
Continuation of Her mischievous plan.
While eating the food delivered by Steve, I analyzed the seductive pictures he took of me with my phone. Then I scrolled back to the nude selfies I took earlier, before room service arrived.
My plan was to send two very specific images to my guy who was busy golfing with his business associates. I wanted to torment and tease him, to remind him what’s waiting for him back in the room.