“hmm…you better restrain your thoughts, or else you’ll have your hands full” she said my mind quivered “restraint, hands full….” I groaned aloud to which she replied “glad it wasn’t wasted on you” “so how about that chair?” she said pointing to the antique faded armchair...
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I fantasize about you wanting me. Deeply. I need to know you need me. Really need me. Show me. Show me how much I am wanted, how much I turn you on. I will respond, I will respond through deep groaning arousal, I will respond...
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not written by me, but by the fabulous miss P. I keep having these pictures in my head about going down on my hands and knees in front of you Unzipping you Drawing you out Touching and exploring you Feeling you get hard Tracing the contours of your body The velvet...
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accepting, ready, delicious
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I live to fulfil your fantasies. I am under the table in the restaurant. The white table cloth forming a cocoon, hiding me. I gaze longingly from your slender black stiletto heel, up the sheer silk of the vintage stocking along the elegance of...
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Hips swaying to a rhythm beyond my grasp, I watch in rapt fascination. My arousal stretching to unknown places. The sinuous controlled dance, burning a connection from your gaze. Your eyes somehow never left mine. At once utterly connected and somehow coy, I am...
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In my deep sleep I feel the silken tendrils of you sex envelop my languid body. My heat inflames and in the distance I hear a moan that sounds my own. The heat of your mouth enveloping my hardening cock becomes reality. I feel...
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So you sent me that image of you caressing yourself and I wrote: Did you want to rather set up that video recorder‭? ‭ ‬As your hand‭ ‬ caressed your thigh,‭ ‬you moved it consciously to your sex.‭ The blush‭ ‬ sparking from your arousal through your...
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I did not write this, so thanks to Miss P: Pin me down. Use your weight to immobilize me. Slide your legs between mine.  Touch me. Softly at first, then more savagely, your breathing ragged as you slide a finger into me, one, then another, discovering...
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You are missing me teribly, the time zone means you cannot call yet. You remember a touch, a soft caress across your breast. You realise your hand has started, pushing your bra away. Your nipples are hard and responsive. You remember. A touch a...
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The sound of your aroused soul echoes through my overly-sensitive, hungry body. The moan rolls down my spine, raising the hairs on the back of my neck, swelling my cock, making your touch almost hurt.  The ecstacy of  the tremor of your hard, swollen,...
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