Enchanted Saint, Willing Sinner
I have spoken before about Mister’s possession of magical powers, but at times he makes me think I have him under a spell too.
When I come home from work and I am in not the best of moods due to some of the utter idiots I work with have made my day irksome, he seems to ignore the grumpiness. Amazed as I am at this, I cannot comprehend how he can sit by me whilst I gradually, oh so slowly take my time to come out of the doldrums. His patience, calm and sense of peace melts off him and sinks into me. My nerves are straightened once more. I feel myself loosen, the knots unfurl and I no longer have the fiery desire to throw things hard onto tables or the floor. The kitchen cupboards breathe a sigh of relief that they will not have to endure being slammed.
Yes, I can sometimes be difficult to live with. But only for half an hour or so. And not everyday.
Then there are the mornings. It is cold now and he has taken to the habit of waking up at about 7am to shuffle over to my side of the bed (the right) to hold me tightly. Wrapping his strong, warm arms around me, sharing our warmth. I have ended up in work later and later due to my hesitancy at leaving him. But when we have the morning to ourselves, those precious weekends alone, hidden away from the rest of the world, he still calls me beautiful even when I am certain he is fibbing. Hair a mess, knotted strands over my face; eyes screwed up against the evils of the cold hard light filtering in through the curtains, I catch him staring at me. Making me conscious that I could do with at least a hairbrush. He cares not. All he sees is his lady next to him, entwined with him. Belonging to him as much as he is hers.
Enchanted. I’m sure of it. Bewitched.
So I lure him further, of course. Weave my magic into him even more. Those light traces up and down his neck as he sits next to me after work. As his calm flows into me, so does my enchantment filter into him. A fair exchange I would say. A shift in position on the sofa, pulling my knees onto it, tucking them up under my skirt for extra warmth. In turn I take his wrist and move over to my thigh or wrap it around my waist. Waiting for him to unconsciously begin to move his hand over me. I tell him to place his hand somewhere warm – his hands feel the cold, you see. His fingers slip under my blouse, quickly finding my warm breast, making me gasp as his chilled skin meets my steadily increasing heartbeat. He tells me I am easy, that I am letting him take advantage, that I am a naughty girl for doing so. I simply smile knowing that whilst he tells the truth, it is because I want him to fall further.
Inescapable. Both he and I. Love is magical. We are proof of this.
e[lust] no. 3
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And The Winner Is…
Whoo! I’ve breached the 1000 Comments barrier!
Thank you to each and every one of you who have taken your time, not only to read through my witterings, warblings and waffling, but to also set down their thoughts in response too!
The actual 1000th Commenter was Omnibusologist, a relative newcomer to the blog and follower on my Twitter Page, and one who often tickles me with his expert skill in intelligent wordplay and double entendres.
As for the Prize Suggestion, that goes to another Blogger – one who I owe a lot to in galvanising me into starting this blog, so it’s only fitting she wins – Blacksilk, your comment was inspired and I am looking forward to fulfilling it! For those who wish to know the suggestion but can’t be arsed to check it out on the post below (but why not?!), this is what Blacksilk had to offer:
For my prize, if I win, I would like you to write the phrase ‘Blacksilk’s Boudoir’ somewhere on your body (the sexier the better, my vote is for cleavage ) in whatever you’d like (pen, lipstick, whatever’s easiest) and take a photo of it to send me. That way I get an awesomely hot picture of an awesomely hot woman and it makes a nice picture to have on my blog too.
Seriously – how could I not possibly be swayed by this idea?! Flattery, a creative and imaginative idea (as per the roolz!) and totally piqueing my exhibitionist side.
Thank you to all the other entrants to my mini-contest – Tom Allen, Innocent Loverboy, Jake from Facts and Friction (who was a very close second! Only losing out to Blacksilk due to my actual ability for me to fulfil her suggestion!), Lacestockings (the answer is go to the Dashboard on WordPress, click ‘Appearance’ then ‘Extras’ and there’s a tickbox for the snow!) and finally, Mick – another newbie!
Blacksilk – Expect something in your Inbox by the end of the week 
Do You Feel Lucky?
Curiously, as ever with my moniker, I noticed that my Comments total is currently at the rather splendid number of 999.
Who will make it to the top spot to become my 1000th Commenter? Maybe I should give them a prize.
I know….Let’s play a game.
The Challenge:
- Write in the Comment Box on this post what you would like to receive as a prize from little old me.
Mister and LadyP to be the judges. Of course.
The Criteria
- Avoid anything too odd, like worn underwear (not that I know if anyone would really want that kind of thing).
- Nothing that will result in my anonymity being questioned too far.
- Have a go at being imaginative and creative.
Closing Date:
- Friday 4th December at the Witching Hour of Midnight GMT
[EDIT]: I shall be keeping all comments in Moderation to prolong the anticipation of who gets the 1000th comment as well as any Suggestions for the Prize. Because I can play mean with the rules.
If it makes Mister and I smile, you may be a winner. Of course, if you’re a regular Commenter on this blog, you’re already a winner in my eyes.
Oh, and I’ll think of something fancy for the actual 1000th Commenter…
The game’s a-foot! Good Luck and Good Commenting!
The Witness
She allowed her mind to wander over the events of the past evening. The thoughts were inviting and she felt herself smile with the memory. Mental snapshots flickered so quickly, at one instant a certain position seen from an objective viewpoint; two figures wrapped up in one another to be instantly replaced with a different image directly from her perspective, looking into his eyes as he held her onto her, clutching at the skin with his fingertips, nails digging into the flesh. What made these snapshots so vivid was the accompanying stirrings of lust that they inspired from within her. It was a natural movement, then, that found her hand wandering too. Noting that he lay still, breathing steadily, she assumed he had drifted into a satisfied sleep. Her hand moved across her breasts and down her sides, gently over her own contours before reaching and delving into her sodden pussy, still aching from the earlier exertions. She kept her strokes subtle and her breathing deep, not wanting to attract attention from her slumbering man.
Or so she thought.
As he lay next to her, the movement was telling. Whilst he noticed the slow, steady disturbance of the bed covers he did nothing at first. Perhaps, he thought, if she remained oblivious to his acknowledgement she would not cease. He knew that she could be self-conscious of being watched in this most intimate of her personal routines. Rarely had she given him a deliberate show, in fact he could count the times on one hand. So he continued to be still, in his body at least, even if his mind was becoming clouded with the possibilities of how he could exploit the situation. Should he let himself be discovered? Would she encourage him to join in, or would she stop altogether, embarrassed over her own state of desire? He decided on something all the more subversive and conspired.
It was becoming harder for her to concentrate. She could feel the orgasm building. Fingers played over her labia, indulging in the growing wetness there. Now and again she dipped her index finger inside, just quickly, fleetingly, before bringing it back up to her clit once again. She did not ignore the sensitivity of her skin elsewhere, either. Her right hand lay lazily over the top of her leg and was lightly tracing a pattern on the inside of her thighs sending sparks dancing through her body. She fought the urge to jolt as she feared her discovery by him. Her submissive nature enjoyed the little game she played with herself now. Forcing herself to obey the simple command of lying still in this, the most difficult of situations. It made her breathing lose its control and she knew she would soon give in. But half the fun is breaking the rules to see what the punishment would be. It was at this moment she saw the movement from the other side of the bed. She froze, not moving a muscle. Even her breath was held for a second or two. Had he woken up? Were her actions drawing too much attention to herself? She waited, as if in purgatory, for his reaction. A shifting of position. That was all. In his sleep he was simply adjusting himself. He had rolled over onto his side, now facing her. She scrutinised his face in the night’s darkness. She could just make out the main features – closed eyes. She was safe. Undetected. Her attention returned to herself and fell back into her reverie, closing her own eyes, secure in her conviction.
What was the hardest was making his eyes appear relaxed in sleep. The little spasms of eyes that were forced shut could not be on show. It would give him away instantly. Amused in the fact that she had frozen by this movement of his, he listened for that simple indication she had begun once more. The quiet rustle of a head being turned away was the signal he waited for and when it was given his eyes finally opened. He looked at her with what light the night outside would allow him and was consumed with the concentration that appeared on her face. He knew she was trying to be quiet so not to disturb him. Now and then he saw her mouth part a little, lips forming the shape of an O, the quietest of gasps escaping with her forehead crease slightly with tension. It was time for his next move. Again, with the same fluid movement of that of a sleeper, he rolled his body closer to hers. He drew his arm up from his side to reach out to her. He often made this move when he really was asleep – he liked to hold her as he drifted away, and so he hoped she would recognise this as such. Being bold, his hand placed itself on her hip, right next to where her forearm was lying.
It would be only a matter of time until she realised. The thought ran through his head and it was his turn to smile in the darkness.
Coffee Table Kink III: Tilt Master from Vibrator.com
Firstly, may I offer up my very humble apologies to the wonderful people at Vibrator.com and their multitude of sex toys for their infinite patience for the time it has taken me to get to grips with this product review. I’ve had this rather intriguing item about my lodgings for a little while, but unfortunately my workload recently has rather taken the toll in relation to my kink enjoyment.
Luckily, last night the perfect opportunity arose for us to give the Fetish Fantasy Series Tilt Master a really good testing session. But first, the preliminaries.
I always like to consider toys that both Mister and I can use together. I’m considerate that way. Our previous choice, the door-cuffs were a perfect choice for that purpose and they are among my favourite playthings. So when Vibrator.com were gracious enough to allow another item to be reviewed, we jumped at looking to finding a similar decision. When we came across this item, Mister’s eyes lit up. The image as you see here is great fun and when we unwrapped the package the box itself has some interesting positions to whet your appetite with and to act as inspiration for your own antics.
The product itself is termed as piece of inflatable sex furniture. A sex chair!!! Great! I thought, What a perfect way to comfortably screw around outside of the bedroom! Yes, my mind does occasionally work like that. You should hear what Mister had to say. Sure, the sofa is a brilliant place for impromptu sex, and the possibilities of the bathroom get my mind in a whir, but the Tilt Master seemed to be a perfect all rounder.
When it arrived, it was packaged discretely and with care as you come to expect from Vibrator.com. I also love the little personal touch of the packets of lube and company stickers inside too. This time there were some ‘his ‘n hers’ heating and tingling sachets. I’ve garnered quite a collection of the stickers now, and I really want to do something with them. Any thoughts? Send ideas in on a Comment Page!
When we took out the deflated product, what struck us was the time it would potentially take to inflate. If you consider this item, I would also recommend that you have an electrical pump too. I do, but the batteries were dead at the time. And so unfolded half an hour (yes, 30 whole minutes) of huffing and puffing from myself and Mister. A joint effort. This little point aside, as it inflated, it began to take shape. The material is like suede, soft and velvety. It picks up dust quite easily as a result – as I found out from storing it under the bed for that moment when we could use it. Probably just a sign I should vacuum more often…
Once inflated, it takes on an elongated crescent-shaped and has two handles on either side for leverage. It’s a good size, just under a metre in width and half a metre high I would imagine, if fully inflated.
Tip: don’t fully inflate it.
Mister and I are not the largest of people, average I would say, and I’m a relatively little person. Yet, this Tilt Master is prone to gaining punctures easily. After our first try-out session (Mister, being quite enticed by the thing, receiving a lovely blow-job from yours truly) we noticed its first deflation occur. The chair comes with a puncture kit, and after using it properly only twice, it’s gained a couple of major punctures along the seams that the kit wouldn’t cover if you used this frequently.
I did find that it’s rather useful for easing a sore back after a long hard day’s work, however. And it makes me smile to see it there – my Sex Space Hopper of sorts.
Last night, we had a real chance to test it fully, with different positions and all. Saturday night and a bottle and a half of wine downed between us (drink responsibly, guys and gals…!) we were in perfect shape to use it. Add in a little thunder and lightning and the atmosphere was electric (<– see what I did there? I know, I’m rubbish at jokes). The lights went off in our living room and as I went to collect our little friend in a foil wrapper, we both took the moment to get a little naked. As our eyes adjusted to the moonlight, I could begin to pick out his features. The odd flash of lightning adding to the dramatic mood. We had previously played a game the winner of which would get to ‘receive’ some sexy time on the chair. I lost as usual when I place a bet against him, so Mister was placed ready and waiting for my return to the room.
Mister found it worked quite well for its temporary purpose as a means to get my lips round him. Being as I am, I was quite drawn to the fact my knees were rubbing against the coarse carpet as I knelt down. When it came to straddling him, however, the width of the thing was just a little too wide for my legs, but it was still fun trying to find the right angle.
We hadn’t inflated the chair too fully as we knew what would happen if we did, and so the slight give it had made it very comfortable as it moulds to your body shape. Soon it was my turn to feel the benefits of the chair and Mister had a grand time instructing me to bend over it, face down as well as with my back to it. The handles were just right for levering myself against him to boot.
Unfortunately, the amount of time we had been using it for had taken its toll and I found myself sinking into the chair as it slowly deflated around me. It was hard to stay still and eventually we had to give up and resort to a more stable bed to seal the wager properly between us.
This has been a mixed review and sums up our experience of the chair. The concept is brilliant and the dimensions of the Tilt Master allow it to be suitable for lots of experimentation. Added to the fact it’s inflatable is that it can be easily stowed away for safe-keeping.
On the downside, however, the time it takes to inflate is far too long – even with a battery-powered inflator it took a good 15-20mins of supervised time – in case the nozzle disconnected itself. The material isn’t dust-friendly and it is very prone to punctures.
I really want to recommend the Tilt Master, and I can see us using it again when we have a lot of free time to ourselves. But if you yourselves are wishing to try out sexy, imaginative and fun furniture in your sex life, I may suggest you look to spending the relatively considerable price tag on something a little more reliable and durable.
I’ll Tell You No Lies – VII
Enjoying, as I do, lurking about in the depths of my own mind, delving into the possibilities I could turn my actions to with Mister, I also like to ask readers who drop by here from time to time to share their souls with me too. Or rather, tit for tat basically!
If you’re new to the blog, I occasionally set out a question I invite you to respond to in my Comments Section of this post. Of course, I share my reflections as well and we all have a jolly good time revealing information about ourselves. In return for your contribution, do ask me a question of your very own! If you are a newcomer, or a regular (*wave!*) and want to find out a little more about little old Lady P that won’t compromise my Super Secret Identity, go ahead and ask away! I like to respond in the Comments Section – it’s friendly there. It’s all very kind-natured at heart. If that heart had a sultry, kinky or exhibitionist side to it. So – here’s my question, do please feel free to add your thoughts after reading what I have on offer and don’t forget to add your own question – they have led at times to inspire a post of its own.
What sexual conquest has made you feel proud of your achievement and why?
When I think back of my sexual conquests…of Mister…yeah – having the one partner, you may consider I don’t have too much to say. Not so. Yes, he’s the only man I’ve been with, in every way that entails, but that isn’t to say I don’t consider him not to be included as a ‘conquest’. Interesting term that, ‘conquest’. You may know, I’m a lover of language and words and I read meanings into most things and so conquest contains notions of a hurdle to be overcome, a battle won or, in my case for this purpose – a challenge accepted and met with.
Mental barriers can hold you back in so many ways, and of course the psychology of sexual behaviour is no exception. Not that I want to get all psycho-babble on you or anything. If you have been lurking around for a while, you may also know that I’m one for Switching, but mostly playing to the submissive side of things. It’s a natural inclination for me – partly in reaction or acting as a personal counter to my professional position at work - as I have discussed before if you want further details about what it is I so fall for in terms of my kink. In any case, I think that the acceptance of my predilections has been my greatest sexual conquest.
Still today, people consider being ‘led’ into behaving like the meek, helpless and powerless and traditionally viewed feminine sexually submissive role is something to break away from. To an extent it is – no one wants to pigeon-hole people and force them into a corner they can’t escape from, it’s against our basic human desire for choice. But if you choose to place yourself in that position, fully acknowledging the implications, understanding the reasons why you want to take yourself into that place, for me, it is kind of freeing, tension-relieving. You have that control over a choice you make. I’m not one for ‘Feminism’ with a capital ‘F’. That F can go Fiddle itself for all its lack of equality that the concept has become. Male-bashing – and not in the good sense! – is what a perfectly alright idea has been warped into. I, again, won’t go into details as other writers discuss this with more intellectual capacity in the area than I have, as I will digress from my initial intentions – sexual conquest and why I view my lovely love and desire and need for being submissive as being one.
It’s a mental conquest, yes. It’s a social conquest too. A deeply personal conquest, of course. I guess, then, that my greatest sexual conquest is in fact…myself. Huh. Interesting where things lead you. I hope to see where you are led in return and don’t forget to add your own question!!
I Made it on the List!
Why, hello there. I appear to be located with this list. I am entirely thankful and flattered for Rori at Between My Sheets who opened up the suggestions to fellow writers to compile a Top 100 Sex Bloggers List of 2009. That I came in at number 38 is down to the other writers and readers of sex blogs listed below with their careful and considerate ponderings, so my gratitude goes out to them as well -
Within the list there are some familiar names. The others I hope to get more familiar with in the near future. Hopefully this will act as a boost to get me back into regular blogging mode!
The Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009:
- Coquitten (website)
- Alexa (website)
- AAG (website)
- Bad, Bad Girl (website)
- TBK (website)
- Mistress Matisse (website)
- Miss Mia (website)
- Thursday’s Child (website)
- Roger (website)
- Sinclair (website)
- Sylvanus…
- and Mina (website)
- Natt Nightly (website)
- Jake (website)
- Lyn (website)
- Adriana Ravenlust (website)
- Sexy Sadie (website)
- Shay (website)
- Lilly (website)
- Nadia (website)
- Joan Price (website)
- Madison (website)
- Anal Amy (website)
- Z (website)
- Essin Em (website)
- Easily Aroused (website)
- Blacksilk (website)
- Sleeping Dreamer (website)
- Melen…
- and rayne…
- and Master KKT…
- and cinnamon (website)
- That Toy Chick (website)
- Red (website)
- Tom Allen (website)
- Vix (website)
- Coy Pink (website)
- Lady Pandorah (website)
- BackseatBoohoo (website)
- Epiphora (website)
- Aurore (website)
- Miss KissThis (website)
- Storm (website)
- Ron Jazz (website)
- Josie Jacobs (website)
- Distracted (website)
- Deviant Dyke (website)
- Joanna Cake (website)
- Sapphire Jay (website)
- Sarah (website)
- Kimberly (website)
- Duchess (website)
- Figleaf (website)
- The Caged Songbird (website)
- Kaya (website)
- Ms. Justine (website)
- Luka (website)
- Ang (website)
- Perverted Negress (website)
- Harlot (website)
- Vixen (website)
- Anakan…
- and Padme (website)
- Wilhemina (website)
- Axe (website)
- Amber (website)
- Lucy Vonne (website)
- Rogue (website)
- SSS (website)
- Kyle (website)
- Amorous Rocker (website)
- Sera (website)
- Lolita Wolf (website)
- Elle (website)
- Scarlet St Syr (website)
- Charlotte Thorpe (website)
- An Unassuming Girl (website)
- Maymay (website)
- True Pleasure (website)
- Bad Influence Girl (website)
- Diva (website)
- Raven Quince (website)
- Autumn (website)
- Vanilla Impaired (website)
- Wil (website)
- Robin (website)
- Panthera Pardus (website)
- Ell (website)
- Miss Communication…
- and Captain Pants…
- and A.E. (website)
- Roxy (website)
- Secretly Naughty (website)
- Abby Williams (website)
- Subheart (website)
- Sequoia Redd (website)
- Innocent Loveboy (website)
- Liljgrrl…
- and Nawa*G (website)
- YOU! As always that last person on the list is you. Please, please, please leave a comment below promoting your own blog (or the blog of someone you love). Links are welcome, as long as they lead us to a sex-related blog, not a retail website or porn aggregation site.
Have a Day-Glo Time
At last! I have found something truly worth the title of Pervertible!
You’ve been there, I suppose. At a festival perhaps. Most likely you’ve come across them in a nightclub. Or, as I discovered this week, at that time of year when you’re out and about in the evening with friends or family and you are given one to deposit about your person. But what do you do with Glow Sticks once you have finished with them, I hear you say! Bring them into the bedroom, of course!
Wishing for some soft lighting to illuminate your loved one in just that level of low brightness that offers such compliments to any body type? You may ordinarily use candlelight to do your bidding, but what if you are out of enough wax to carry forth your wishes? Or it could be that the pale, white-yellow light is so passé. After a little colour in your nighttime frolics? Well, then, Glow Sticks might just be the ticket!
From Deviant Art
How about using a clutch of them dotted around the room to provide just that amplitude of phosphorescence required!
I found that the variety of neon colours were perfect for adding some extra depth to what were our already scarlet desires. After the electric lights had been extinguished, I turned over in bed to see the remains of our Glow Sticks shining brightly in a corner of the room. Instead of hurling something over them to drown out the light, I reached out for a band and drew it nearer. We had been given those very thin ones that come in bendy sticks and can be linked together by a connecting piece of plastic. I quite enjoyed the subtle highlighting of our features by the light that was shed. I found it to be akin to the brightness of moonlight shining on the skin, but in a lovely shade of rose. Or green, purple, yellow, orange… Holding the band, I ran it over his skin up to highlight his face, smiling - as I discovered.
Why not try playing a sexy game of Hoopla with the rounded bands?!
Yeah…that was fun. The plastic is light enough to not cause major bruising to delicate skin if thrown from close range. I like to smile as often as I can when being with Mister, and playing Cock Hoopla was a brilliant invention on my part, I consider. We giggled as I missed, and cheered when I got the bullseye…or wait, wrong game… Mister then put me to shame with his much better aim.
Like Cock-Rings? Then you’ll love a glow in the dark version!
Well, we didn’t actually go as far as to constrict Mister’s balls through one of the bracelet/bands, but I can definitely see the potential there. What I did do was to run the band over and over the tip and head of his penis before I enhanced this with my more pleasant feeling fingers.
Give your partner help with their sense of direction when the lights are out!
I know… I’m starting to lose the idea a bit now… But I’m having fun. I created a ‘landing platform’ for his tongue to be guided to my nipples. Yep. I placed a glowing bracelet over my breast. Like I say, the light illuminates body parts most effectively.
Cheap, fun and definitely worth a try. I am sure I’m not the first to suggest this, but give it a go next time you come back and find some glow sticks about your person. You’ll see a smile at least, I can guarantee that.
Connoisseur
Birthdays. A special occasion. Time to treat your nearest and dearest slightly better than your usual caring fare.
So I did nothing.
Yes, you read that correctly. Nothing. It was his birthday this week and I spoilt him rotten by lying on my back not doing very much. Well, I might have squirmed slightly. Wriggled and twisted amidst the linen. Grasped at the sheets and clutched at his hair, shoulders and tenderly dug in my nails at one or two points that night.
It was his choice of treat, and so he chose something he enjoys deliriously. As you may have guessed, he went down on me. He could have chosen a full body massage; copious amounts of fellatio; being tied and mistreated, but no – he went for something altogether altruistic. I mean, it can’t be all that good being stifled under a duvet for half an hour or however long it was – I lost track of time – as well as being in a hunched position, awkward angle and so on. Although he did seem to get a bit…ah…how to put it…inebriated by me.
It was amusing, he began as though he was appreciating a fine wine. Taking in the ‘bouquet’, as it were. He slunk his way down my body, kissing as he went, of course. Pausing at my belly button, which always makes me nervous, as it’s highly ticklish, he then stopped at his destination and took in the sights. He hungrily stared at my pussy. That’s an immediate arousal point. My man looking at me with ideas of vulgarity, does it every time.
Admittedly, I was already slightly wet from an earlier helping hand (Mister was having a nap), so my scent was heady as it was, and his focused attention now had my pussy well and truly stoked. I was soon moaning and filling the room with my vocal pleasure. Those small, keening calls out to him, developing into sharper yelps, before the shocked, sudden shouts of utter loss of control. They’re the ones we love the best, surely?
With his tongue between my lips, he savoured that which he had helped to create. My wetness was increasing and he was there to appreciate it fully. I like it when he’s happy in his work. Then, oh then – he added his fingers into play. I was so wrapped up in feeling every minute tingle that his gentle tongue delivered, that when he placed the lightest of pressure from his fingers onto my clit…lightening bolt springs to mind. It was electrical. By now I was craving for something, anything to delve inside me – I’m such a one for penetration, my climaxes seem much ‘deeper’, if that makes sense, when there’s something firm within me. Cock, dildo, vibrator or fingers. I find that desperate need to thrash about, bucking my hips to meet whatever it is. Mister’s fingers did the trick fabulously.
When he finally surfaced, and our kiss was mingled with the taste of my arousal and his breathy, forceful bearing down on me I knew it was time to reach over to the side and retrieve that little foil packet. Slipping it over his cock, finally having a semblance of control after he had removed it from me with his restricting advances (he holds me tightly when he’s touching me up – doesn’t want me wriggling away from his intentions), I tried my best to regain my focus as I scrambled on top of him. It was my turn to stare deeply into those blue eyes. My turn to drive the pace of things to my liking. My turn to hold him down, entwining our hands, using it as leverage to grind into him. Placing those hands on my hips, my ass, moving them over my breasts, feeling them clutch the flesh they grasp.
Mister isn’t the only one to know what they like. I have great taste too.
