9.4.2017: Best Monday Ever

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Inspired by Masturbation Monday

 

Best Monday Ever

My fresh scent perfumed the room, a budding flower. Before my frisky behavior began, I’d taken a shower and I’d need another after I was finished. My damp hair was cool against my shoulders but molded to parts of my face as I tossed about in throes of passion.

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My nipples were peaked, hard, and ready to be sucked. My skin was feverish, soft, and needed to be touched. My mouth was open, gasping, and desperate. My fingers were soft, nimble, and teasing. My pussy was wet, throbbing, and ready to be fucked. My legs shivered, spasmed, and shook. I was there. So close and in the moment.

I arched my back, tilting my pelvis into the perfect position to gain different friction, better. I was loud and I didn’t care who heard me. This moment was about giving into myself more than I’d ever given to anybody else. It was for me.

I held on tightly to the sheets trying to anchor my orgasm to the precise place and time but it was wild and trying to control it was like trying to guide a tsunami. Strangled cries escaped and it too only stirred my lust.

“Please!” I begged for the feeling of bliss to never end.

My body grew lighter, weightless and my eyes rolled back as I lost in the final moments. Desire always won and I had no regrets.

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Soft licks pulled me from my orgasm induced state. I whined as the sensitive places were soothed. What was…

Deep masculine groans thundered through the room calling to every feminine part of my soul. I reached down running my fingers through his locks of hair.

“Fuck you taste good.” He said between fits of devouring me.

“You feel even better.” I moaned.

“You are so beautiful when you touch yourself.” He murmured.

I froze and he chuckled.

“I watched from the doorway. You were so into it, you never noticed.” He said.

I covered my face embarrassed about how bold I’d been. It was one thing to not care what anybody heard. Another thing to have an audience.

He sucked my clit hard and I bucked and sat straight up. “Aaah!”

“Don’t ever be ashamed of your needs.” He growled.

I nodded trying to control my excitement. He gave me a look and I eased back. He pinned my legs above my head where he fucked me with his mouth successfully keeping me in place. I screamed and howled as he took control of things. I was spent and trying to recover from the light orgasms he’d invoked when he used that same angle to drive his prick inside of me. My eyes widened and he smiled.

“See how hard you’ve made me?”

“Yes!” I hissed. He was thick, long, and hard. Fuck… me…

He held my thighs open and my hips arched as he moved inside of me deeply. I felt every inch of him and I couldn’t move away if I wanted. The way he held me in place was like trying to move steel bars. He was locked around me taking whatever he wanted, however, he wanted it. My breath was stolen with every down sweep of his hips. I looked up at him begging for mercy with my eyes but his bore into mine daring me to take even more of him. The evil tilt of his lips expressed the lack of compassion that he’d show me. I was the reason that he was this riled up. I was the cause of our anguish. Sorry, not sorry. If the honey dripping from my pussy was any indication of how good he felt, it was well worth it.

Quakes began that didn’t diminish. They only became more thunderous as his speed increased and he became even more relentless.

“Fuck!” He growled.

“Oooooh, fuck!” I repeated.

“Yes!” He encouraged.

I nodded unable to speak as the waves washed over me and the flood of endorphins channeled all their energy into making me release the tension that held on to every fiber within.

“I’m… I’m…”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!” I screamed as I let go.

When the explosion registered, my sight became unfocused and I drifted to another plane where only the best things happened. You know, like chocolate. And all was right.

Warmth settled around me and I nestled closer loving the feel of him, of us. My right side was buried under him and the left was surrounded by my favorite fleece blanket that encased us. His arm pulled me close as if “this” wasn’t enough. He nibbled my ear and then kissed it before he dozed. I sighed in contentment.

I stared at the ceiling wondering if we had whip cream for the pancakes that I was suddenly craving. That would officially make this the best Monday ever.

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6.27.2016: Mistress, Please

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Inspired by Masturbation Monday

 

Mistress, Please

 

Moans filled my sleep-hazed mind stirring my libido.

“Please? Please?”

I frowned wondering if I was dreaming. When silence resumed, I settled back in trying to get lost in the happiness of sleeping in.

“Mistress Please!”

I knew that voice. I opened my eyes and rolled over to see pet stroking her plump clit. Her routine included waking up in enough time before work to masturbate. She wasn’t allowed to come, though. That was my decision as her Mistress.

I watched observing her juices coating her fingers, cunt lips, and even the sheets. She’d been a busy girl. Her thigh muscles were tense and spasming. I licked up her thigh tasting her juices. Her moans grew louder and wilder. I bit down on her thigh hearing the sweetest melody.

“Aaaah! Mistress, please!”

I chuckled. Why she thought I’d make this simple for her was beyond me. Her nipples were pebbled peaks that drew your mouth to them. I pulled them with my teeth and her body spasmed beneath me.

“So close. Please, I beg. Can pet come for you? I’ll…”

I blocked out her pleading and continued exploring “My” body. I licked across her collar bone and then bit into her neck.  She groaned and I felt a bit of her wetness against my thigh. I chuckled again.

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“All of that excitement better be for me,” I spoke into her ear. I’d kept my voice low yet commanding.

“Yes!” Her fingers moved faster. I was getting into her mind now affecting her so much more.

“Pet, wants to come for Mistress, huh? I need you on edge before I can make a decision. Make that pussy beg for me. Show me how much you want to come.”

Pet threw her head back as she drove herself closer to the edge. Loud moans became groans. Her  fingers were now deep inside of her dripping cunt. I slid my fingers between us and stroked her clit. She moved to lift her head and I grabbed a fist full of her hair bringing her fully under my control.

“May I…”

“No. Not yet. Come closer to the edge. You’ll do it because I told you to. And we both know you make your Mistress happiest when you’re teetering on the edge.”

Her breathing shallowed and I knew she was just where I wanted her. Her orgasm was but a hair away. Sweat coated her body heavily as she struggled. Her body was going through the shock of being denied. She whimpered conveying the pain of holding back.  She was completely under my spell and power surged through me.  She was mine and I had the authority to make her suffer.

I leaned close to her ear to make sure that she could hear me through the fog that was probably settling in. “Come for me.”

The roar that emerged from her was electrifying. I watched her eyes as they lost focus. Her body grew heavy in my arms as she floated. Her arms went slack and I could see the beads of sweat cooling against her skin. Her fingers no longer fucked her greedy cunt. She was angled toward me and that too ignited my furnace of control.

I held her against me and waited for her to calm. I kissed her forehead, moved the wet curls from her head, and caressed her body. This was the start to my Monday and a damned good one too.

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