I needed a shower to work out my thoughts, I think better while wet. His message, just a weird gamer booty call? But 9AM on a Sunday, that would be weird. Years ago, I would be Taylor Swift pouting pressure to say the perfect thing to get me to first place; girl friend. Ha. Age and current status, nothing physical will happen; ain't no one trying to be main anything. This is just some hot fun stuff. So far mainly my fantasies for my writing. Instead in an anime 'uwu' voice, I've just found my favorite sex toy and I'm trying to figure out how I can painfully prolong foreplay this time, to have me cum quicker, harder and longer.
I sent a pic of the fancy couch he had given me. I took 3 or 4 pics of the couch. I couldn't decide. I had brown bagged a few different items on the couch. Message in plain sight. One picture had in the bag Giddyup Buttercup Head. Felt 'giddyup' was too obvious. Another was a brown bag of my fun troll gift. I, most of the time in my junk, carry just one roll of toilet paper-so when I'm killed by some asshole, that's all they'd get from me! Yeah the tp would be funny. But what I decided was a picture of his couch and brown bag with handcuffs. Yes maybe obvious but could have many connotations. It's very open ended. If it were me, I'd have to respond for whom? Handcuffs for myself or for him? Younger, I was the one handcuffed. My fantasy was to be tied up to the bed with enough lead to use the loo and that's it. Naked. Semi bound, restricted. I could still sit back and have the same fantasy. Which is why I did hesitate giving the pic. So basic for me. Handcuff me. Ok. Yawn maybe. But what if I envisioned him submitting. I always wanted to be taken care of, with confidence dominated. However dominating a young stud. He's used to being the man. Being in charge. The early days of us talking, game of course. I told him he was to help me with all of the other workshops. I know my game was wanting to keep him around longer even though at that second there was no sexual indication. Even though I felt an excitement for me telling this guy what he was going to do with me I also felt he caught his breath. Perhaps he was surprised. Yeah years ago I couldn't pull off domination. I was so worried about the guy, how he liked it, do I turn him on, am I enough, doing it right. Really dumb now that I think about it. But yeah I could dominate. This time around it would be about me. This fucking hot guy I get to use to make me cum. He's fucking hot. I'd have to lock him up and push him back on the couch. I want to slowly drink him in with my eyes. His hair. How is it going to feel between my fingers tugging gently? Well, he's there. Unable and unwilling to move. He's good. Sexy smile at me he can read my thoughts-he's giving me permission to play. My matching smile fades as I bite my lower lip. I tell him, "No. stop smiling." He obeys. Good dv. Oooh but I love hearing his voice. "Dv, address me as Miss Mich, yes? Do it now." In his delicious tone, "Yes. Miss." "No," I said, "not like that, say 'Yes Miss Mich' and now apologize." I suspect it was on purpose because he knows how much his voice turns me on. I'm having a flash of the movie "The Secretary". In his delicious tone, he may have not had a smile but his eyes were smiling, "Yes Miss Mich, I apologize Miss Mich." My breath quickens. Dominating is proving to be difficult. I'm fighting my urge to just start fucking him. My stomach drops. Who is in control really? The one handcuffed just waits, albeit wet or hard, but just has to wait. The one in control has to maintain their own control. I'm wet. I need a little tease for us. He's a good Dv. And I want to feel his hair. Tug on it. I speak slowly to keep my heavy breath in check, not letting him see how easily he's working me up just sitting there handcuffed, "Dv scoot back and sit upright." Telling him what to do is giving me tingles. "Yes, Miss Mich as instructed." He sits back on the couch. I walk with authority over to him, I hike up my skirt to make it easier for me to straddle him. Facing him I lift my left leg, thigh exposing, I place my knee down next to his right thigh. Feels good. Thick thigh. I place my right leg bent next to his left thigh. He has strong legs. The warmth of his legs is making me hotter. I lower myself down on the tops of his thighs. My thighs spreading more, I smell how wet and hot I'm getting. A sweet warm smell rising up from my moist panties. I take my left hand and lift his chin so he's watching me. Making sure his eyes are locked onto mine. I tell him, from now on he will address me and followed will be my questions in statement form. "Do you understand me Dv?" "Yes Miss Mich. I understand you." Damn he's good. Smart too. "Good Dv. Now Dv, can you smell how excited I am? His sexy eyes locked onto mine, he replies, "Yes Miss Mich I can smell how excited you are." My left hand still under his chin, I take my right hand and slowly slide my fingers in his hair. I start at his left side above his ear and nape of his neck. I then slide my left hand to his right side of head. Sliding both hands up toward his crown, I gently tug his hair tightly slightly pulling his head back ready to kiss his neck. His eyes close and I can feel him getting harder. "Dv, open your eyes." "Yes, Miss Mich I apologize, Miss Mich.' With a handful of his hair, I lean down towards his ear and firmly but softly tell him, "It's not necessary to address me more than once." "Yes, Miss Mich." I somehow in dim almost dark lighting can see and here his smile. My hot pussy now throbbing, needing him to be inside of me. I'm made aware of the amount of work this is putting on me. Keeping my cool under this pressure. Keeping it together is making it even more intense. I'm in control of me, all of this, he's to not know quite yet how badly I need to feel him deep inside me. I pull back so I can see his face. I want to now stare at his lips while he's handcuffed with me on his thighs. My breath quickens. His lips. A nervous smile escapes? He quickly apologizes. Nervous? Maybe a little. He's not used to this. He's usually in charge, take care of the woman, she gets off and he gets off. But now; here I am wanting to savor him while I fucking get to use him. Wanting to see his beautiful lips move with his sexy voice, I ask, "Dv are your arms and wrists comfortable?" "Yes Miss Mich, my arms and wrists are COMFortable." He emphasized 'comf' deeply. I will let it slide, but I know what he was doing. He wants me to kiss him. I need to kiss his lips. I need my eager mouth touching his. Wanting to explore. I bite my lower lip. Grab with my left hand under his chin, and his lower jaw, "Dv I know what you did. How you said that word. Apologize and say the word without emphasizing any letters." "Yes, Miss Mich. I apologize. I am comfortable." "Good Dv. Now again, are your arms and wrists comfortable?" My eyes are locked onto his mouth, my breathing is picking up pace. As I'm trying to control my breath and watch his fucking sexy mouth and hear his sexy voice he says, "Yes, Miss Mich. My arms and wrists are comfortable." Oh my god. This is a good one. I'm for sure gonna have to break me off something. This is too fucking hot. I don't think I can keep it together in a straight fashion with this on my mind. Don't think he's read any of these so I'm likely safe here but, this fantasy is in my head now. If he showed up in game and the second I hear his voice, I don't know how I could keep it together and with my hands out of my panties. I will explore more of this fantasy... fitting as I'm finishing this writing, The Weekend "Earned It" is playing.
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