Afternoon Delight

November 23, 2012

On this lovely autumn afternoon, as his slow, sexy gaze seized hers, she couldn’t help but remember the morning they had shared. When he awakened, she had feigned deep sleep, her breathing was regular and deep, her ass was protruding from under the sheet innocently. Spreading ever so slightly. A cool breeze had blown into their room, her skin was a maze of goosebumps and she felt his hand softly rubbing her hip, then swoop down between her legs just like she was wishing it would. He stroked her into a long, wet stream, she stopped pretending to be asleep as he kissed her belly button and then all of her. His tongue had been like a vehicle allowing space travel, it took her millions of miles from her life, from herself. Standing before him again now, between her vivid memories and his body, the way he was looking at her and softly stroking himself, she felt flushed and unsteady. Her checks were burning as he told her, “Good girl. Now, I want you to keep looking into my eyes while you put your hand inside your panties. I want to see you looking at me when your fingers first find your dripping cunt.” She obeyed him with no hesitation. She wanted so much to please him, she wanted him to know how much he pleased her.

Her hand slid down into her panties and her snatch seemed to run to meet her, moving like something underwater. Like some kind of aquatic life form. Her fingers slid easily into her wetness. She wanted to close her eyes, to be alone because she felt so embarrassed by her own desire but he kept looking at her so intently, she could not look away. She could not disappoint him. As if they had a life of their own, her fingers wanted to penetrate her, to slide deep inside. The look in his eyes was making her feel crazy. She wanted him. She didn’t want to play this game anymore. He unzipped his pants and took out his stiff penis, swollen with desire for her. She began to take her hand out of her panties when he scolded her. “Don’t stop until I tell you to!” he yelled. She put her hand back where it had been before…she wanted to release herself, it was all becoming sort of excruciating. She rubbed herself frantically and then she gently glided her fingers into herself. She was moving and tears were coming to her eyes and his expression had not changed at all.

This was when she had said, “Baise-moi Diirrty, baise-moi!”

Written by pivoine68 Posted in Ass, Body, Desire, Erotica, Fantasies, Masturbation Tagged with being watched, desire, fantasy, Masturbation