I always have to wait for you. Every time, you are late. You're always sorry, but still you're never on time... and I always have to wait. My pussy grows impatient for you. An intense, painful physical longing I had never experienced until I met you. The rush of too much blood to my sex all at once, just at the thought of you. It brings an ache that only you can soothe. The ache gets worse as I put on my stockings. I love...

You had woken me that morning with a cup of coffee and a kiss. I had smiled at you sleepily as you leaned over me, wearing just a towel wrapped around your trim waist. Even through bleary eyes, your toned abs and chest looked delicious. As you turned towards the bathroom, I admired the taut muscles in your back and shoulders. You'd been working out so hard recently. You were a very tempting sight to wake up to indeed.What...

It was one of those days when I felt frisky as soon as I awoke. I rolled over in bed to be greeted by bright sunlight seeping through the curtains. It poured through the gap between them and formed a beam across the muscular contours of your body, which highlighted your tanned skin against the white sheet that was rumpled around your navel. You were still asleep and looked so relaxed lying there naked on your back, with a...

“You're such a good girl. Stay still for me now.”I was on my knees, naked, with you standing over me, your hard cock in my face. You were making me look at it up close; you know how it makes me blush when you catch me looking at your cock. I don't want you to see how much I want it, but I know that you know. “Yes... that's it...” Your tone was reassuring as you cupped my cheek with one hand and took your dick in the other...

You were sitting on the couch, I could see you were already hard. You usually tell me exactly what you want me to do, but this time you didn't need to. I knew. I knew when I walked in, and saw you lounging there with that bulge in your pants. I knelt in front of you and you looked at me, daring me to go further, unbidden. I flicked my hair over my shoulders, holding your gaze, and pulled down the straps of my top, reveali...

I had wondered what the night would bring when I received a text from him around two o'clock that afternoon, as the office had quieted into the post-lunch lull, with the words, “My place, tonight, 8pm. Let yourself in. I'll be waiting.” I didn't get much work done that afternoon as I thought about what he might have planned. After the success of our last date, my anticipation was high, but as he was as non-commital as eve...

I gasped as he suddenly straddled my waist, pinning my arms painfully to the bed with his knees, increasing the discomfort as he shifted above me. I was trapped. His cock, thick and hard, bobbed above my lips, just out of tongue-reach as I tried to lick the tip. “No,” he said sternly, raising his hand as if to slap my face. I winced, bracing myself for the blow, but when I dared to open my eyes again he stroked my cheek a...