Lost in her refection
Another time, I found her sitting on a chair in front of the mirror naked; her legs were spread wide as she fucked herself with a pink dildo. I watched her cum and she smiled back at me as I jerked off.
She loves our mirror. She spends as much time as needed to make sure everything is in order at the beginning of the day, and will turn to either side when she is almost finished her inspection; a wrinkled nose always means a change. She is measured when she dresses and there is a dance like quality to it — occasionally she will ask what I think but it’s easily dismissed. Her eye is critical.
She has a weakness for lingerie so occasionally I will surprise her — with a bottle of wine, we will talk about the day and what could possibly be in the beautifully decorated box. Inevitable we find our way to the bedroom and I will lay on the bed enjoying the wine and watch as she muses over her new gift. She looks at herself and then at me and raises her glass to make a toast to our seduction.
We fuck in front of the mirror and watch ourselves cum. She particularly likes to ride me facing the mirror, and as she cums, I watch her lost in her reflection. Once she jerked me off until I came all over my reflection and laughed with satisfaction as she licked the glass clean. Another time, I found her sitting on a chair in front of the mirror naked; her legs were spread wide as she fucked herself with a pink dildo. I watched her cum and she smiled back at me as I jerked off.
Sometimes when we fuck, she will ask me to spank her hard and stop when she asks me to — inevitably she jumps out of bed and goes to the mirror; she looks over her shoulder and marvels at the colour of her ass and the marks I have left. She then looks back at me and demands more. This continues until she doesn’t ask me to stop and the sound of our orgasms fill the room.
I suggested the other day that maybe we should get a nicer mirror and she asked why. She said it’s perfectly fine and she likes the way it makes us look. She then took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
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Fucking is so much more…
I bite and scratch with desire and wanting — demanding to be satisfied.
I’ve discovered short erotic poetic writing on Instagram — sometimes there are photographs and sometimes just words fill the screen. The words are always revealing, and as a voyeur, I follow and passively observe.
The words speak of desire and raw sexuality — sometimes softened photographs reveal tattoos and cleavage but nothing ever as raw as the words. Words of obsession, vulnerability, and ravaged skin fill the screen; a surrender to everything. Bold with conviction, the words speak of the unabashed proclivity for the flesh.
The words are well written — the reason I know this, is after I put the phone down, I always have a desire to fuck; sometimes it’s the author I want to taste but other times it’s the person beside me I want to pinch my harden nipples and suck on my clit. Sometimes I carry the words with me for days and when I do fuck Winston, I bite and scratch with desire and wanting — demanding to be satisfied.
The other day someone said, “Fucking is fucking” but when I look at my phone, I think to myself, “Fucking is so much more.”
I don’t even bother to explain.
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maybe I am ready…
There is a child-like enjoyment when she plays with my cock. She intently strokes me, and as I start to build, she whispers not to cum and stops. She runs a gloved finger lightly along the ridge of my shaft and is delighted as my cock reacts.
She likes the feel of my cock through latex.
She squirts lube into her cupped hand, and as I hardened, starts to stroke my cock. She moves the length of my shaft and circles her palm around the head; white latex glistens. When I moan quietly her eyes twinkled in the candlelight but her face suddenly becomes stern and she reminds me not to cum until she says I can.
There is a child-like enjoyment when she plays with my cock. She strokes intently and as I start to build, she whispers not to cum and stops. She runs a gloved finger lightly along the ridge of my shaft and is delighted as my cock reacts.
She tells me she will milk my prostate soon and it will make her very happy to watch me cum without touching my cock. She is quick to say I am not ready for that yet. She adds, I have so much to learn.
She pours lube over my cock and grabs it with both hands and stokes me firmly.With one hand she cups my balls and teases them down and tells me she is pleased with the colour of my cock. She coos with satisfaction as my cock jumps when latex and lube touch the head.
I tell her I need to cum but she will have none of it; not yet.
She is now stroking me lightly with a constant rhythm and telling me not to cum. I am holding back, my tongue against the roof of my mouth and my back is slightly arched off the bed. I have started to moan in sharp gasps through my nose and the sheets have become damp with sweat.
Her hand shifts to the base of my cock, and with a whisper, tells me to cum.
I am loud with my release and cum slurps repeatedly making its way down my cock to her latex covered hand. Her hand tightens and slowly moves up the shaft as I continue to cum and she plays with the head. I try to pull away because I am so sensitive but she holds me tightly.
She tells me that maybe I am ready after all.
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Back of her throat
If I am patient and let her relax and I don’t rush, my cock will feel the back of her throat. She will let me fuck her mouth deeply.
If I am patient and let her relax and I don’t rush, my cock will feel the back of her throat. She lets me fuck her mouth deeply.
She doesn’t gag and enjoys the thrusting as she plays with her cunt. When I’m in her mouth I always make her very wet and she says I always get bigger. I want to pound into her mouth, but I don’t. I wait for her cunt to do that.
Inevitably my cock leaves her mouth hard and slick with her spit. She asks me to fuck her and is silent as I enter her. She is very wet.
Her eyes are wide and stare at nothing.
I fuck her hard and eventually position her at the edge of the bed. I enter her again and fuck her until she cums quietly. She asks to taste my cock and I feel the back of her throat again. I mouth fuck her until she makes herself cum.
When I am about to cum, I pull out and spirt strands of white all over her heaving breasts.
She sighs and moves her hand to rub my cum into her breasts.
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hard nipples
I was never sure if she was delighted or ashamed about how excited she would become — maybe it was about her struggle with surrender; particularly to one who desired her.
I was never sure if she was delighted or ashamed about how excited she would become — maybe it was about her struggle to surrender; particularly to one who desired her.
Her areola were pink with tiny nipples. I would roll my tongue over them and tease them to play with me — thumb and forefinger would seduce pink flesh.
I would suck and take them between my teeth — beautiful pink nipples would harden for me. Her chest heaved as I sucked and nibbled.
Pushing my head away she looked at me — “You like the fact you can make my nipples hard, don’t you?”
I said yes and them made love to her.
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