Sleepless (part 2)

This story makes better sense if you read part 1 first. Previous consent was given to all activities described in this post.

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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.

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Sleepless (part 1)

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.

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Seductive torment in the cabin

This is the continuing story of Alexandra and Andrew, two platonic friends succumbing to curiosity, desire and sexual tension. To read this story in consecutive order, start here: part 1, part 2, part 3.

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While Andrew continued his torturous play between her legs, Alexandra placed her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He shifted his position slightly to allow for her to hang on to him as she buckled and twitched under his touch. Just as she felt a wave of approaching orgasm roll through her, Andrew removed his fingers and touched them to his lips. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes.

Alexandra watched in fascination. This was a man who hungered for her in ways she never encountered before.

When Andrew opened his eyes again he stared at her and placed his fingers, wet with her juices, in front of her lips.

“Taste yourself,” he commanded her.

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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”

Seductive exposure (part 4)

 

The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) (part 2) and (part 3).

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He finally got his wish, I thought.

I turned around for him.

I could feel his eyes on me, from several feet away. Scanning me. Looking, but not touching.

My behind, bare and curvy, within reach of his touch. Continue reading “Seductive exposure (part 4)”

Seductive Exposure (part 3)

The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) and (part 2).

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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.

Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 3)”

Seductive Exposure (part 2)

The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1).

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Sliding the panties off my hips revealed more than just my nudity to the man whose bedroom I was standing in.

It revealed a shyness I knew I needed to conquer. Or at least acknowledge as an acceptable part of my vulnerability.

He watched me from his position by the dresser. His body was rigid; only his eyes followed along as my hands peeled my panties past my knees.

When they reached the floor I slowly stepped out of them.

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