Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the comfortable numbness of my marraige is better than this ache, the fear, the self doubt. Maybe its better than the hurt and dissapointment when I’m not enough, when a better girl catches his eye.
Maybe I’m just really good at talking myself into this feeling. I’ve never been very good at just letting things be.
*nods, knowing how this feels…
Never cross your legs in My presence.
The more she learned about him the better she got at knowing just how to entertain him……sometimes that meant no touching at all…… at least no touching of each other…… with him sitting back, sipping a drink he made for himself after he walked in…. she on her own began warming up for their evening.
If they stay in that top, you’re not fucking her hard enough!
I will fuck you like a whore, little princess. That is how you wanted to be treated, right?
It was important that he stoke her fire slowly, causing her embers to heat with every breath from his lips. He wanted her to get quietly lost in what he was doing, forgetting everything else that took place that day. Patience was the key as was his soft and measured approach. Her heat would build with every stroke from his tongue and suck from his lips, his breath warming her in between. Slowly he brought her to the edge of orgasm but would not let her over……letting the wave recede before coaxing it back again. The intensity increased by the minute as did the deepness of her breathing and volume of her moans……. and soon he would bring her to that place where her eyes will roll back in her head and nothing in the world matters. He will then keep her there, carefully controlling her body one wave after another until he has full control over her, dosing her brain with streams of pleasure before taking her for his own.
He never tired of her as she always knew how to keep him interested and entertained. He never knew what she would do next and loved her ability to be anything she or he wanted. It was like having a dozen different woman in one…..and he loved all of them.
Honey, you’ve used your fingers long enough…..now it is time for my tongue and lips!
finger on the button…
Thinking about him she entertained herself that evening and imagined just how he might test her when he returned home.
dont be shy now, darling……I want to hear you say IT!