It started when some girlfriends told her in confidence that they were having sex play with their daddy’s. Their dad’s, supposedly, were feeling them up, fingering them, licking their pussy and letting them jack them off and…., the girl were giving them blow jobs. They said they weren’t having sex with them….but in private whispers to Lilly, they said they really were. True or not, Lilly was envious and wanted the same sex thrills as they were getting.They told her how it all started with them crawling in bed with their dads and started feeling them up.Sometimes with their moms asleep right beside them. A sleeping dad gets sleep hardons and if they were lucky, he would have one and they would slowly jack or even suck on them. After that, it was sneaking sex play behind moms back.Lilly told me all this to try and get me aroused so we could have some sex play. I had no mate now, since she rejected me, so there was no sneaking around. I had told her I didn’t want to get into having
I did my best to fight the sexual tension as that brush lightly dusted my cunt and clit. It felt incredible, yet horrible, since the touch could lead to such an embarrassing situation. His brush explored every fold of my pussy lips and my clit. The female clit has twice as many nerve endings as a man’s penis, so you can imagine how difficult it was to stand still while the artist stroked it with his brush. It was exquisite pain. Thankfully, he finished painting my cooch and moved around to my hips. He had me bend forward. His brush began coating my butt cheeks with paint, and then all the way to my asshole. The artist even asked me to pull my butt cheeks apart so he could more thoroughly paint between them. This was quite humiliating. I was subjecting myself to this public degradation, and I hated it and loved it at the same time. I don’t know what it is about my personality that I get so turned on by doing things that de
So diary, we both know my mate is in complete control of my body right?. He decides what I will wear, how I will groom myself, and who I will fuck. I love it that someone who loves me has complete mastery of my physical being.His controlling behavior can be quite liberating but can also be terribly embarrassing at times.There have been situations when I wished he would let me dress more modestly, but this lifestyle choice really turns him on.He knows that forcing me to wear a tiny top that exposes my breasts a bit, or lets my nipples pop out “accidentally” is very humiliating for me. But also, is very exciting. He has forbidden me to wear any undergarments. I no longer own a bra. He wants me to jiggle when I walk. He wants to see my nipples harden when I get aroused or excited. I must wear thin, clingy shirts that perfectly follow the contours of my breasts. I do have lovely tits and secretly enjoy showing them off, but it is still very distre
He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist pulling me into him roughly, his mouth was on my mind, hard and rough. His tongue forced its way between my lips into my mouth. His hands were on my ass, squeezing and kneading my ass hard. I pulled away from him breathless.His hand found my breast and he was squeezing, and releasing as his eyes looked over my friend. “Who is this baby,” he asked? “This is Michelle, we went to high school together, and she came over for some…..lunch,” I said squeamishly. He smiled,“Lunch…is that what you’re calling it these days.” He was right and I realized how ridiculous it sounded. He shoved me down on the bed beside Michelle. He slipped off his jeans, and jerked off his white t-shirt. He stood naked his brown skin was smooth and beautiful. His long black hair reached down below his shoulders. He hadn’t shaved this morning before school and had a very rough 5 O’clock shadow. He was beyond sexy in my book, his cock was swelled three times
My bedroom is decorated tastefully with beautiful rich black furniture, black drapes and champagne colored carpet.I take a lot of pride in how my home is kept and while it gets messy from time to time, I attempt to keep things up. I had been cleaning all day one Saturday while my Alpha was away in a pack meeting. I decided to run to the grocery to get something to cook for dinner.While perusing up the seafood aisle, I ran across an old friend, Michelle, I hadn’t seen her in years. She looked good, we started chatting, when I decided that I would ask her to come over and fix something quick for lunch, maybe for a couple of hours if she wasn’t busy.She said that she wasn’t and would love to. Finishing up quickly in the store, and going through the register I took my groceries to the car. I found Michelle in the parking lot and moved my car behind hers till she was ready to leave so she could follow me out.I lived a short distance from the store, and pulled into the drive. We walke
I could see her, in my wolf's form, standing in the window of the hotel room, all I could see was a flowing white figure. She was watching me as I got things out of my car, walking back into the hotel I took the elevator to the 17th floor and shifted midway. I walked slowly down the corridor toward her room. Seems like she's waiting for me, the door opened as I got there and I let myself in. I don't know if this is how it feels to have a mate but I feel so happy that I could buy the whole world if she asks for it. She still stood by the window, and was wearing a long flowing white gown, as she turned to face me; it was low cut her breast poured over the top. Her black hair was spiked up and she looked very seductive. I kept my place by the door, still not shifting to my human form and letting her come to me. She wore white spike heels that made her at least 4 inches taller,