Tantalizing bikini games continued (part 2)

This is the continuation of Tantalizing bikini games.

She knew at the precise moment she turned around that this was a spectacularly bad idea.

Not only was she nude in the pool, she was with a man she barely knew.

Who, incidentally was not nude.

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Oral reflections

There were some oral sessions she remembered. One in particular, way back, when she was living in a dorm. He was an economics student three years her senior.

He desired her.

That was her first time experiencing sexual desire coming from a man who wasn’t a stupid teenager with crude language about tampons fucking pussies. He even told her what to expect before he started.

“I’ll do it for as long as it takes”, he said as she lay there splayed, watching his blond head disappear between her legs.

This never happened to her before. An oral session, born out of desire, and performed, willingly, to completion. It was her first orgasm delivered by a man, not achieved by her own hand, or the stream of a tap in a bathtub. Continue reading “Oral reflections”

Reminiscing foreplay

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”

Futile longing

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:

“All ok?”

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.

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Rope dreams

What is it about rope that entices her sexual senses? Is it her vulnerability? Her exposure?

Or is it about his dominance over her? Her submission to him?

She is drawn to submission, a place where she believes she could shed her inhibitions. Where she could feel something deeper, more intense, and enduring. At least, that’s what she imagines it would be like. Continue reading “Rope dreams”

Her mischievous plan evolved

Part 1 Her mischievous plan
Part 2 Her mischievous plan continued

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.

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Her mischievous plan continued

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.

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