I ache for the subtle,the way your gaze lingers just a breath too long on the curve of my lip, how your voice drops when you say my name like it's a secret only you know. My world is built on the edges of almost: the heat of your palm hovering above my thigh, the sharp when my teeth graze my own bottom lip, teasing what I won't yet let you taste. I think in shadows and stolen moments imagine your fingers tracing the strap slipping from my shoulder, your mouth following, slow and deliberate, as I arch into the promise of your touch.
I crave the extraordinary: your belt looped around my wrists, your praise sharp as a slap when I'm good, your tongue hotter when I'm not. Fantasies? Oh, darlingI've already rewritten this scene a dozen times. You, on your knees, unzipping me with your teeth. Me, riding your thigh while your thumb presses cruel and sweet against my throat. The way you'd make me beg for the one thing I'd never admit I need. until you the truth from my lips.
White lace or black silk - which drives you crazy more?
P.S. The rarest things in life are never found they're claimed. So tell me. do you take, or do you tremble?
Cuckolding, Findom, Humiliation, Jerk off Instruction, Legs, Nipple Play, Spanking, Stockings/Panty Hose, Teasing, Tickling
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Bad Cop/Good Cop, Boss / Secretary, Dirty Talk, Doctor / Nurse, Student/Teacher
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