MasukAlthough I could see the screen, hear the brilliant soundtrack, the great music, the witty dialogue, I was also in a parallel universe which consisted of pure physical sensation.As his fingers moved, he could sense my arousal and perfectly judged when and how to step up the action.I trembled as his hand moved slowly, inexorably, up my thighs and under the hem of my flimsy skirt. Then he stopped, as if unsure of whether it was safe to proceed. I was torn between indignation, outrage and excitement. But I was turned on. Big time! Even more than I was in the bedroom of my house if that was even possible. I breathed deeply, audibly and he moved his hand further and higher, until I could feel the tips of his fingers caressing the insides of my thighs; my pussy lips, already moist, tantalisingly close.He found the thin fabric of my lacy thong, pushed it to one side and then I thought I heard him gasp softly as he realized I was shaved, completely.I froze like a rabbit caught in the he
Although I could see the screen, hear the brilliant soundtrack, the great music, the witty dialogue, I was also in a parallel universe which consisted of pure physical sensation.As his fingers moved, he could sense my arousal and perfectly judged when and how to step up the action.I trembled as his hand moved slowly, inexorably, up my thighs and under the hem of my flimsy skirt. Then he stopped, as if unsure of whether it was safe to proceed. I was torn between indignation, outrage and excitement. But I was turned on. Big time! Even more than I was in the bedroom of my house if that was even possible. I breathed deeply, audibly and he moved his hand further and higher, until I could feel the tips of his fingers caressing the insides of my thighs; my pussy lips, already moist, tantalisingly close.He found the thin fabric of my lacy thong, pushed it to one side and then I thought I heard him gasp softly as he realized I was shaved, completely.I froze like a rabbit caught in the he
After another deep breath, I put the last full stop on the letter and folded the now filled paper into a crisp rectangle. I dropped the letter into an envelope ready to be posted the next day. I knew he would not get it until a few weeks or months even, but at least he would get it. I dropped my finished work on the table and walked into the shower. The need to touch my self overwhelmed me, but that wasn't what I truly needed now. I needed a man!!! But there was no one in sight, and if I kept sitting I'm my room feeling sorry for myself, there will not be one. I needed a distraction, so I did a quick bath, dressed up and stepped out of the house to go see a movie. Anything, anything was better than the horny damning feelings I was harbouring. I stepped out of the taxi and stood in front of the daunting building of the cinema. It was so large with people filing in and put of it, neome loitering around, but at least there were in pairs. What was I thinking coming here alone? Bu
I sat on my bedroom reading table with the plain sheet of paper and pen laid on top of it. It had been so long since I had seen my lover, and now I was not only bored, lonely, and horny, I also had no hope of meeting him since he had been sent to Iraq on a military expedition. I missed him so much, it was absolute torture. My entire body craved him. And now I had to write him a letter, hoping it would get to him and keep his thoughts of me alive.With a deep sigh, I picked of the pen, flattened my hands on the white parchment paper and began to write:"Until you, I had never done anything crazy.Until you came along, my tally of insane moments was quite small. I had been drunk exactly three times in my life. I had never had sex outside, or in the shower, and certainly not in a public restroom while people waited impatiently outside. I had never been spanked or gagged with my own panties or treated like anything less than a lady, especially in the bedroom. I was the calm and colle
Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and push my head down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the thrill of a slick candle sliding in and out of my pussy?Don’t you understand that I need something to fill me when you’re not here? Even though my pussy moulds to your dick, it’s a naughty, insatiable little slut.I feel the first drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to touch my engorged clit so badly!‘Please, please!’You pay no attention to the sobbing in my voice.Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with next?I feel warm silicone sliding down my back. I know that you’ve found my favourite dildo, the one with the added leather straps and buckles. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it hard.I wait with all holes open and panting, not knowing which one you’ll shove my beloved j
I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like a slave I still feel like a queen.I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long legs.I have been wait







