Two long stylish ties bind my hands behind me to the oak dining room chair you have me sitting in. You got me butt-assed naked of course, and I’ve agreed to let you tie me up, tease me, dance for me. I’d been thinking of you all day at the office and now…your near constant IM’s and sexy emails since mid-morning, flooding my laptop screen while snooping asshat co-workers kept trying to see, over my shoulder - your typed-written taunts and sexy blackberry taken AND sent...images…of you all day long..in various modes of dress, poses, activities!
Hustling out of the gopher farm at 4:00 pm, an hour early, hiding my erection with my satchel, (or so I thought)…and then driving the usual 20 minute trip home, feeling my manhood pulsing behind the fabric of my slacks and under my boxer briefs..I could barely wait for you to get started, this evening…
But I was not expecting all of this....extravagance
You now stand behind me here in your darkened and finished basement playpen, leaning slightly forward to allow your deliciously round and full breasts and hardened nipples to linger against my back and then dance upon my shoulders as your hands roam over my hard, muscled chest and upper arms, applying the warm cinnamon scented oil and massaging me in the process….kneading my twitching and flexing muscles…..
You’ve created a disk of MP3’s with the appropriate sensuality and now Mr. Super Smooth is wailing from the all corners of the basement...Our favorite porno is playing without sound on the big flat screen to our right.
I watch you stride around and waltz in front of me. You are wearing nothing but the high-heeled, throw-me-down-&-FUCK-ME-PUMPS, I’ve always admired, so well. In these platforms you’re nearly six feet tall…slender, willowy and soooo…naughty in mind and form…
You stand before me, arms raised, bent and your fingers in your hair...and slowly turn your body, succulent tits proud and on-point...all five foot seven of you...swaying in tune with Isaak's voice crooning sensuously from the surround sound, showing me your very nicely sculpted and quite enticing, tennis-playing ass.
What a wicked thing to say....you never felt this way....what a wicked thing to do...
To make me dream of you.........
The Invisible G-String tan tattoos your upper cheeks and the tantalizing valley of your butt…Bending forward slowly, your eyes looking back towards me…my eyes never leaving yours…your agile hands gliding down your luscious legs then finally coming to a stop as you grasp your ankles; you’re allowing me to see your slightly swollen, very moist and bare, pinkish labia from behind.
You know that you are driving me wild with lust…and this little tease is turning you on something fierce...here, now…..finally in our secret place…I see your femininity - glistening purplishpink and already so very opened, as you tighten and flex your F.I.N.E. tanned, muscled cheeks; showing me…teasing me……promising me…… “Look what I can do, Jimmy….wouldn’t you like some of this…” is your unspoken taunt…
Is the pope, catholic…babe!?
I know you've been at home most of today - masturbating, you sent me a few 15 second videos - without sound...I saw your usual assortment of toys...and I wonder where BruiserBOB is?
Placing your left hand flat on the floor while guiding your other hand up the back and inside of your leg slowly until your fingers reach the warm moistness of sopping femininity…You’re enjoying the tease and I’m loving your exhibition - but want to get to the main event, as always!
Room is on fire....no one can save me but you....
You want me to see how turned on you are yourself, as you slowly dip your index finger into your tight, warm and quivering fuckhole and then slowly draw it back out so we can both see your finger glistening.
I damn near jump out of your well schemed constraints as I watch you insert your wet finger in your mouth - long, pink tongue inviting your finger inside - your sultry and flushed face peering at me from below and behind your gorgeous legs and ass, your tempting tongue swirling around your NaughtySlut-flavored digit…
I never dreamed...that I'd love somebody like you...
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody....like you
Oh.My.Fucking.Gawd….let loose these bindings…pleeeeeeeze baby – or I’ll be ruining at least one of these expensive and rarely worn garments…My cock is pulsing with my heartbeat, wagging in the air to your delight…you know you have me….right where we want me…right where I’ve longed to be – all day long!
We both are enjoying your visual show and swell.
You slowly rise, arching your lower back, stand still with hands on your prominent hips for just a beat and a pause, then pirouette on your left spiked heel and lean over me in one fluid motion; caressing the nape of my neck with your fingers, raining soft, moist kisses along my jaw from my ear to my chin and up over my lips to my cheek and then to my eyebrow…I watch, eyes growing wider - as your tempting breasts float ever closer towards my lips…My tongue yearns to taste your neck…my palms perspiring, wrists aching at the knots - as I feel my scrotum tighten and the muscles in my calves and thighs begin to flex…
A natural born tease you are….
"I'll be right back, Jimbo. Don't go anywhere…” A naughty grin cascades within your throaty whisper, knowing that I am wanting you badly, as you’ve noticed my own glistening probe, swaying with my heartbeat…semen and pre-cum oozing silently from its swollen head...
You return wearing a scant, crimson, Victoria’s teddy, with matching lace thong…
In the candlelight you can see that I’ve lost some of my erection. You begin to dance slowly for me, watching my cock spring back to attention. No other performer I’ve ever paid to excite me - has ever moved the way that you are gyrating for me now, seductively swaying your slender hips and rubbing your hands all over your own body. You’re glistening now, as it’s apparent that you’ve oiled yourself up just for the effect, together with your perspiration, you own a sheen that smells like FUCK…
It’s working babe – I am enthralled -
After you’ve leaned against bar stool prop the last few moments, swiveling your ass (gawd I love your tailfeathers, babe) I sense a determination behind your grin, as you march barefooted across the plush carpeting to plant yourself roughly upon my naked and straining lap, your sinewy legs spread and straddling my thighs; brushing your long blonde mane against my face, stroking my cheeks and smiling into my eyes. You place your lips softly upon my neck, just below my left ear, then you let your hands grip my own thick brown hair and you snake your tongue out, moving down to my collar bone, then back up to my lower lip, biting me gently, your lips demanding and receiving my tongue.
Your curious yet insistent probe is firm and cool at its tip, warmer – deeper in my mouth. Your rock hard nipples alternately brush my chest, left….right…..left….right as you swivel your torso in front of mine. We’re sharing a familiar, full and luxurious kiss; I groan in frustration, I want my hands free. I want to feel your fantastically sexual frame ~ I desperately long to wrap my slender arms around your waist and pull you tight into my abdomen…I need to feel your wet and hot cunt against my cock.
You shift just an inch forward, upward, snuggling...and…
We both feel my cockhead pulsing between your legs, just under your steaming, throbbing, saturated pussy…separated by a soaking, hot – sheer thread of fabric…I can feel your heat emanating downward...saturating my cock and balls with the promise of - later!
I’m vaguely aware that Madonna's voice is reflecting off the furniture and walls as the insistent bass beat causes the chair under my ass to vibrate…your large, firm tits smashed into my upper chest and your tongue – now probing, your mouth now swallowing – my left ear!
Romance...
Erotica....
RomanceRomance
Sliding off my lap, you continue your sexy dance on the floor in front of me, you know I love your ass and you position yourself on all fours, gyrating your hips; rolling over onto your back - your legs parting, heels on the floor, you’re lifting your hips toward me, showing me the very moistened crotch of your sheer red thong.
