I put a blindfold on him and stand close.

I lean into his ear, whisper, “You are going to undress me, and kiss me all over, starting at my feet…”

He nods, smiles broadly, “Yes Ma’am!”

He is nervous, eager, shifting from foot to foot.

He reaches out tentatively to make contact with me, starts at the top with my shirt, fumbling awkwardly to get it off, touching my bra when it is exposed, he runs his hands cautiously over the fabric to find the clasp. He does not grope at me, feather touches, finding the clasp, releasing it, easing … Continue Reading

We are going to sneak into the movies. His eyes light up, he is delighted and surprised that I want to (“Really?! Really?!!!”). We are naughty children, giggling and running sideways into each other as we sidle into the movie illicitly, a scary movie, my favourite.

We grab a seat and settle in… he knows what I am like with scary movies, I *like* to be scared, that sudden start of fear, when my everything tenses, that adrenaline rush, I grab at him and my entire body jerks, sometimes I squeal, it makes him laugh, and me too, after the … Continue Reading

She crawls backwards, down his body, skin sliding on skin as she slips against him, he is restrained, open, vulnerable beneath her. His chest rises and falls quickly, deeply, almost hyperventilating as he waits, cock hard in fear and anticipation of what comes next.

She looks up at him, an amused expression on her face, her mouth close to the head of his cock, she does not touch it, breathes against him, watches it pulse as if it is a living creature, as if it would reach for her. He does not move.

The corner of her mouth curls upwards … Continue Reading