Ridingwild:
ridingwild:
she was pensive as this night’s purple sheets
so he dressed her in her knee highs
and a light binding
and told her to be still
while he finished his work
when he returned
he asked if his baby needed some loving attention
“yes please’, she said politely
he caressed her every curve
then kissed her hips and she melted with a soft sigh
then she felt the hot sting of a dozen open handed pepper spanks
after which, he pulled her to him
and kissed the aching tears away
“better, baby?”
she nodded yes through her smiling cloudy eyes
then he untied her
and loved her gently
and fully
and deeply
and held her
straight through until the lilac dawn
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ridingwild:
for some reason this morning
she needed him right there
in her tight-ringed canal
and she wanted him exploding at full depth
so she could feel that silken trickle
seeping out and making her blush and tingle
all through the simmering hours
of her all too proper work day
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littlebitsoflust:
delectabledeviants:
When you have the power, the lead, the moment.
You know what your tight hand is doing.
You can feel is as his breathing fights with his moans and you’re adoring being the villain behind the battle.
Wanting him there upon that cusp, to push him, yet not to.
To keep him within the aspect of him fucking back harder against your hand. But that’s against the rules. You let go. Throw him a naughty look. Spank his cock a little. Play again at your own pace.
All of his previous dominance you’ve stolen. He wants to cum, but you own the moment. You wonder if when he gets carried away and fucking against your fist again, if that spank upon his cock might make him cum violently. Of not even touching him and watching his cock pulse of it’s own accord, his sticky sin everywhere, the look in his eyes, rapid fire breathing, the loud of his cries.
If he tries to reach for his cock, you should spank it lightly again. See if he cum s all the harder, all the more. That you own the moment. And the lesson is yours to teach.
littlebitsoflust:
ive dreamed of doing this to you. feeling you throb in my hand. you moaning into my mouth as i squeeze you. taking you to the edge over and over again. would you like that dearest?
ridingwild:
he bade her strip for him in the dark of the street
and seduce him ere he would touch her
but when she turned to the rough hewn wall
sandpapering her nipples against it
in a circular wilding moan
his will broke and he buckled in seconds
as the pendulum swung back to the goddess
who lay in deliberate wait
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herestoohot:
tying is hot.
