"Shouldn't you be down on your knees? I thought you knew how to worship a woman!?" she hissed. This time she got up, grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him to the ground. The next thing he felt was her heel at the back of his neck. He could smell the scent of the sweat. The other shoe was shoved under his nose.
With careful little movements Brad turned toward her as she slowly opened her closet door. What he saw was shoes...shoes everywhere, more shoes than he had ever seen in his life. Boots and boots and more boots - in black and white and beige, leather and latex and wool. Some with heels, some without. Some high, some low. And stiletto heels, some 7 inches, some less. He gasped and said, "Jesus Christ, that's a lot of shoes."
I guess I forgot to mention the strapon. You see, while this is happening, I will be fucking you in the ass. Fucking you hard -- to distract you -- while you perform the duty of licking, sucking, and lapping at Sarah's pussy.
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Good morning, my slut. I hope you’re having a nice day so far. How does that pink thong feel? Is it riding up the crack of your ass? Is the bra getting too uncomfortable already? Is your ass sore from the strap on surprise I gave you this morning? I’ve got a big day planned […]
I can also make you turn around, once my cock is dripping with your spit, and I can mount you from behind as I leisurely play with the controls. Which sensation will be most distracting and painful to you? Will it be the pounding of my too-big cock in your very, very tight and sensitive asshole – or will it be the cranking and closing of those plates over your crushed balls?
It feels wonderful to be miserable. It feels very alive. To feel desire -- relentless desire -- for something I cannot even predict. I just know I want a man. A new man. I want a new taste. I want to identify, pursue, seduce, and conquer someone who walks this planet at this very moment without the faintest idea how his life will change.
Soon, she was stuffing her wet, used panties into his pockets with notes that instructed him to worship, masturbate with (Sometimes not even to climax, but just to the edge), then return them, cleaned efficiently with the use of his tongue only. She’d inspect them, one at a time, as he was on his knees in her dorm room waiting for her approval.
I dream of restraining you, making you sweat like that but for me, seeing that pain in your eyes for real. I dream of you on the floor at my feet for another purpose, my little angel of misery. To see my boots up close. And in case you have wondered, that's why I conveniently shove them under your nose when you kneel with your head down on the dance floor. I smile, and I think, get used to it.
CraigsList Whore Good morning my corporate slut, I wanted to be sure that we’d have a very, very interesting weekend, so I started planning by spending a little time on Craigslist. Boy, has that site grown. You would not believe the kinds of things you can find and advertise for on there. I don’t want […]
You will start by kissing the tips of my boots one at a time, and by then I know your cock will be straining in the metal cage. You are to pull down your panties so I can see and I may put the heel of my boot over your heavy, aching balls.