She’s lying there, naked, with a fully dressed man straddled on top of her. He had just tied her arms to the headboard above the her head with silk scarves, not too tight, but leaving her unable to reach for him.
She longs to reach for him. To pull his head toward her to allow for a kiss.
Does he want to kiss me, she wonders while watching his face.
He in the meantime is checking the knots he secured on her wrists with the scarves. Then, he glides himself backwards until he straddles her knees, and looks at her. Continue reading “Silky bondage (part 2)”
This is a sequel to Emerging submission.
“Have you ever done this before?” She asks him with just a hint of trepidation.
“Yes,” he responds simply.
She wants to know more details, but isn’t sure how to ask.
They’re in the bedroom. She’s standing next to the bed and he’s rummaging in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
When he gets up and turns to face her, he has some long, silk scarves in his hands.
Continue reading “Silky bondage (part 1)”
She was keenly aware of how he watched her climb out of the pool, naked and dripping wet.
She never considered herself an exhibitionist before, but here she was acting like one.
I’m the one who initiated this whole scene, she reminded herself. I stripped and teased him, knowing he was watching. Continue reading “More tantalizing bikini games (part 3)”
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.
Continue reading “Tantalizing bikini games continued (part 2)”
She was lying on her back on a lawn chair near the long, rectangular pool, leisurely soaking up the sun. Every once in a while, she adjusted herself by twisting her body this way, or that.
She did this on purpose. Continue reading “Tantalizing bikini games (part 1)”
This is a sequel to Morning Mist.
It wasn’t that long ago when she actualized a long-lived fantasy; being nude outside in the fresh air and the early morning sunshine. Continue reading “Indecent morning mist”
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 continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) (part 2) and (part 3).
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)”
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)”
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.
Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 2)”