On my knees I waited. It seemed to be that I’d never earn his touch. I knew that he was nearby because his scent drifted to me with every breeze from the open window.
The angle was all wrong, there wasn’t enough bite, and my frustration was making the moment cold. The sigh that escaped my lips sounded just as defeated as I felt.
Why settle for 1 when you could have so much more?
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I sat my things down on the table and walked up the stairwell to my room. Just as I reached the top, I heard moans coming from my bedroom.
To Move, Or Not To Move I stood looking inside the room that was deemed His. The office was organized in an “I know where everything is” kind of way. There were notes, pens, highlighters, and such lying about; just where he’d left them when I’d crawled in here last night. I’d had the thoughtContinue reading “4.14.2016: To Move, Or Not To Move”
This story was written for the Brain to Books Cyber Convention (B2B CyCon). Sit back, relax, enjoy, and Welcome To My World… Declaration I lay in bed, staring at the wall, wondering why I get myself into these situations. I looked over to find her getting dressed. I shook my head and rolled my eyesContinue reading “4.8.2016: Declaration”
Story Inspired by: Masturbation Monday The Storm There was something about it that always drew me to the window. I parted the soft thin drapes and watched as the drops of rain cried over the city. Each drop drummed its own tune on to each surface creating the song of storm. Thunder shook the moist airContinue reading “4.11.2016: The Storm”
Desperation On the wide leather padded table, I lay waiting. I was strapped to the table spread, the entire top of my body available for his use. I knew that he could very well release the straps holding me in place and demand my ass to him. I knew that he could demand anything andContinue reading “4.7.2016: Desperation”
Story Inspired by Masturbation Monday His Bound. Helpless. Used. Open. His. I threw my head back as another orgasm ripped through me. I panted, moaned, and cried out to Him. He laid in our bed watching. I could feel his hardness pushing, begging to be let out of his pants. He only stroked himself through theContinue reading “4.4.2016: His”