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)”
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”
The man whose tongue is licking her nipple is dressed and suspended above her nude body. He’s gentle and intuitive, coaxing the little berry to harden and spring to action.
First one, then the other.
Continue reading “Nipple licking”
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”