Catégorie : Non classé

onedeadpoet:

Some nights I’m more relentless than usual. Tonight is one of those nights. It comes from the result of you teasing me with your skimpy clothes and guessing your jeans or panty-covered ass against me “by accident” all day. Now it’s my turn.

“There’s no cumming for you tonight,” I breathe into your ear as my fingers dance across your engorged clit.

I feel your hips begin to buck on their own accord, a signal to slow down. I smile when you groan, the pace to an orgasm slowing. Soon my fingers are barely moving but hitting just the right spot on the side of your clit. The edge is here.

My fingers are barely moving, yet I can feel your clit pulse and contract.

I stop.

It relaxes…

…I graze it again. You’re right where I want you.

“Now it’s time for me to fuck this beautiful edged mess,” I say.

Your eyes snap open. You don’t know how you’re going to resist cumming the moment I’m inside. But that’s your problem.

My fingers are replaced by my cock. I gather your juices and rub all around, feeling you shudder when I circle around your clit. This is going to be fun. I pause at your entrance, your lips slowly beginning to engulf my head.

“You do not have permission,” I repeat as I begin to push.

patriarchs-demand:

Toying with her emotions will always make her more pliable and wet. Maybe I love you…maybe I’m just fucking with your head, but you get to come back, so I obviously find something redeeming in you, somewhere.

odalisque-uk:

art-of-domination:

“I want to touch you.”

“Sir? Here? Now?”

“Yes. Here. Now.”

“Sir? Everyone can see…”

“I don’t care who can see. I want to touch you. Now.”

"Yes. Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

"Slide your skirt up and open your legs.”

"Ohh god, yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I’m so embarrassed.”

"Say please again, and you’ll be using your mouth in front of everybody. Are we understood?”

"Yes, Sir.”

"There’s my little pussy. Mmmm, you feel so good, baby. So tight. I’m gonna need to use you when I get home.”

"Ohhh, yes. Thank you, Sir.”

"You’re getting so wet. I thought you didn’t want me to touch you.”

"Ahhh, ahhh, god, Sir. I’m so embarrassed. I can’t help myself.”

"Quiet down, baby. You’re making a scene. Mmmm, well well well, your clit is swelling too isn’t it?”

"Ahh, ahhh, oh god, ahhh, fuckkk, feels so fucking good. Sir, please, please don’t do this to me.”

"Mmmm, your pussy is telling me something else, sweetheart.”

"Ahhh, ohhhh, ahhhh, holy fuck, ahhhh, ahhh, please Sir”

"Please what, baby?”

"Aahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, please let me cum, Sir.”

"If you promise one thing, baby”

"Yes, Sir. Ahhh, fuckkkk, anything, Sir. Ahhhh, please, Sir.”

"Clean my fingers when you’re done cumming. Right here.”

"Ohhh goddd, oh godddd, please Sir. Please don’t do that to me.”

"Then no cumming. Maybe later. Maybe.”

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, fuckkkk, OK, OK, PLEASE, SIR, I’LL CLEAN THEM. I PROMISE. ONE BY ONE. PLEASE LET ME CUM.”

This caption! Delicious…

schoolofbondage:

‘Your mouth belongs to me now.’

hornydeniedgirl:

“Go to the bathroom, expose your tits and edge for me. You have five minutes.”

He always found ways to spice up their dinner dates.

female-orgasm-denial:

Every night she’d lie there, waiting for the phone to ring, her fingers bringing her to the edge, just in case. At any point he might say ‘cum for me’ and she’d have just ten seconds to take herself over the edge. But mostly he just said ‘tell me about your day,’ and she try to keep her voice steady, as she rubbed, fucked, ached and told him.

‘Good girl, you’re done now,’ was how he usually finished things up, after he’d given her tomorrow’s instructions, what to wear, how many edges, any special tasks.

It was still two weeks until he would be back home, from past experience she thought it unlikely he’d let her cum till then. How she hated, and loved his business trips.