“Essie, why aren’t you in bed?” It’s 2am and I’ve just found you sat on the couch reading. You’re curled up so small it’d be easy to not notice you there, a blanket piled on top of your petite form.
“Not tired. I got bored laying in bed.”
A big yawn gives away your lie, if I had to bet, there’s too much going on in that head of yours, and you needed an escape for a bit. I’ll be lucky to get you to bed tonight, but I can try.
“It looks like you might be getting tired now, want to come back to bed with me and see about getting a nap in?”
“Not really.” You’ve gone back to reading, looking away from me and trying your best to hide your yawns and head bobs.
I walk over and kneel down to be on your level before taking the book from your hands and setting it aside, “Come to bed and we can talk till you fall asleep. You only have to stay half an hour. If you’re still awake after that and want to read more, you can come back out here and read. Ok?”
You silently look into my eyes, testing to see how far you want to push tonight before you finally nod and stretch. Throwing off your blanket I find out you’re totally nude. You stretch, showing off your full breast and a pinched waist. I let you go first on the stairs so I can watch that bubble butt sway and bounce as you sleepily head up to the bedroom. We crawl into bed and I snuggle up against your back as the big spoon.
“So, what are we going to talk about?” You sound more awake now, and I realize it’s going to be harder than I thought to get you to sleep.
“Well, after being exposed to those large melons of yours, I thought we could talk about boobs. Specifically, I want to know why you like them.”
“They’re just cool. I dunno.” You’ve never been one to define ‘your type’ or to give an explanation into why you like something. Luckily, I know just how to motivate you.
I reach over you and take your breast in my hand, gently massaging it. “What I like most about tits is how they feel. They’re so soft and squishy. They’re like big stress balls. I can squeeze, pull, push, and even… pinch them.” You yelp as I take your nipple between my fingers and squeeze, “I like how the person attached to them reacts when I do that, too.” I go back to gently massaging you, letting my fingers start to trail up and down your body occasionally.
“I guess I like that too. I like how people react, more than I do their body parts.” You’ve relaxed into me and are starting to breathe a bit heavier. You stay still trying to hide what your body is begging for.
I get close, whispering into your ear, “Tell me about that. Describe that to me.”
“I like how when you touch my breasts, my mind slows down and focuses on being touched more. How when you pinch me and tug on me, instead of getting scared, I relax and wait to be told what to do. My mind still races, but instead of scary things, it suggests fun things. Like, maybe you’ll hold me down and tease me. Or maybe you’ll let me play with you.”
“I like how you relax too. What do you like about other breasts, Essie?”
My arm rises as you take a deep breath in, my hand still fondling your chest, “I like how they look and feel, how they move. I like how if I gently run my fingers over Red’s chest, she recoils before arching for more. How if I pinch and pull at her, she loses her breath for a moment and looks lost. I love how if I touch her breast without permission, she’ll bend me over and spank me right where I stand. Her boobs are smaller than mine by quite a bit, so it’s fun to suck on them when she lets me play with her. She always says she likes to watch mine bounce while she fucks me. How they ungulate and fall to the side when she thrusts into me. Hers don’t do that, but I like watching her nipples get hard.”
“All that, and you chose to sum it up with “Their cool”? Essie, I love hearing you talk like that, hearing about what the world is like to you. I want to hear more.”
“I want touched more, please?” You’re fully awake by now, and my goal of getting you to doze off while talking is obviously not going to happen. But, getting us both off would do a world of good for the sleep department.
I roll out of bed and stretch, “Lay on your back and I’ll see about getting you what you want. But first, tell me about why you love cock.”
You kick off the blanket and lay on your back, arms up behind your head with your chest fully exposed. I sit back down on the bed next to you, towering over your frame, gently massaging your breast, pinching, and pulling your nipples every so often.
“They’re cool too. You can watch them go from soft to hard and back. You can put them in your mouth and feel them get hard too. And they move on their own sometimes. Yours makes little jumpy movements just before you cum. I can feel that in my mouth and my cunt.” My hands wander up and down your body, teasing and touching you more for every little detail you disclose. Your body starts to squirm and arch, trying to get more pressure from my light touches. “I like how dicks feel, I don’t care much for how they look. Seeing a dick gets me excited, sure, but mostly because I know it’s about to be inside me. Or, that I’m about to imagine it inside me. I love your dick inside of me because it fills me up. It can hurt sometimes, but it’s a nice hurt. Similar to you pinching my tits. I always get this heat that comes from my womb, and blooms up into my chest, dissipating in electric tingles down my legs, when you first slide your dick into me. To be honest, I get that when anything gets shoved into me.”
I’ve been running my hands all over your top half while you speak, trailing down to that mound of yours before pulling back and reversing back up your body. Your breathing has quickened, your body arching to meet my hands, trying desperately to get me to touch your lower extremities.
“Essie, you’re acting like you want something. You know how to ask.”
“Sir, will you touch me down there too? It feels so good to be caressed, but I think it’d feel better down there.”
“Sure, but I really need to know. Why do you like pussy? Is it the smell, the look, the taste? What about it makes you crave it?” with that, I trail my hands down past your hips to your thighs, forcefully parting your legs and beginning to massage and kneed the muscular thighs that guard your delicate pussy.
“Cunts are the pretties genitalia. They look like flowers or artwork. You could wear a vulva-inspired earring and no one would know. They smell good, Red’s smells like a musky perfume you would buy. Mine and Reds are both sweet, but sometimes you get one that’s a bit tart. They get wet, and that’s fun because they get slippery.” I part your lips and gently run my finger up and down your entrance, you gasp and buck towards me wanting more, “And they can make you feel so good. Please don’t tease me, Sir.”
“I’ll do as I please. Stay still, or I’ll let you go back to reading without me.” A smack on your inner thigh puts you back in your place, “Tell me more, tell me what you like doing to pussy, what you like doing to your own.”
“Yes Sir. I like touching cunts, running my fingers along the outer lips, circling the clit. I like plunging my fingers into them and feeling them tighten around me as I make their owners happy. I like…I um-“ I circle my fingers around your clit slowly, taking care to not hit it directly, dipping down to your pussy every so often to use your juices to lubricate my fingers. “Sir, I like to touch my own cunt, when given permission. And I like when Red makes me aware of my cunt using ben wa balls.”
“Is that all?”
“No Sir, I like to lick and suck on them too, feeling Red grab my hair in her fists and push me into her when I suck on her clit, how she pushes my nose into her so she’s all I can smell. And I love when someone else touches my cunt, when they push things inside me, and I can feel every grove or movement. I think cunts are great, Sir.”
I flick your clit with the back of my nail, making you yelp and recoil. You look up at me, begging for more touch, more sensations. I put my fingers into your mouth letting you clean them of your juices.
“You’re such a good girl. All that information after wanting to leave boobs at, ‘their cool’. I’m so proud of you, and I really would like to show you just how proud I am. I’m trusting you to not squirm away from me and to not try to hide anything from me. Understood?” you nod, wide-eyed and desperate, “Now, it’s my turn to tell you what I like about your body.”
I brush your hair with my fingers, looking deep into your eyes. This makes you uncomfortable, and you fight looking away from me. “First off, I love your eyes. Those big brown eyes. How they can portray so much emotion without a word coming from that mouth of yours. When you’re face goes red, like it is now, your eyes lighten to an amber color. And, when you’re horny and needy, they unfocus and glass over.”
I lift my hand and place a finger on your lower lip, pulling down to open your mouth. I push my finger in and feel your tongue circle around it, sucking. “I love your mouth, and how it’s always ready to be probed and fucked. How you can spit out vicious statements before turning and proclaiming your love. You are so articulate and self-aware, and I love you for it.”
You’re looking right at me, hanging on to every word, your breathing has slowed, and you now wait for my actions.
“I love your boobs, how they giggle when smacked,” I place a hard blow to your right breast, before cupping both and pressing into you. You recoil from the smack, but relax under the pressure, “How you relax when I touch them and moan when I tease your nipples. I love how they heave when you breathe while we fuck, and how they bounce when you’re on top of me.”
I run my hands down your sides meeting them at your pussy. I pull back your lips to expose your glistening pink flower. “I love how your pussy smells and looks, how it tastes and feels. Do you want me to show you how much I love this pussy?” you nod, begging with your eyes, “words, Essie. Use your words.”
“Yes Sir, please Sir, please show my pussy how much you love it.”
I lean back, sliding my hard cock out of my pajama pants, and lean over you. Sliding my dick up and down your soaked sex, I tell you, “I love this pussy so much, that instead of going back to bed and letting it sit and read all night, I stayed awake and chose to entertain it.”
Slowly I push into you, holding you in place with a hand pressing into your lower abdomen. You gasp and close your eyes, your tight hole squeezing me as I enter you.
“I love how your pussy squeezes onto me, how I can feel you tighten and relax the muscles in your body. How without words I can know for a fact you’re enjoying what I do to you. Your body arching and squirming, wanting more and begging me for more. I love how I own your pussy; I own your orgasms. I get to tell you when you may touch yourself, and when you may cum. I love your body, mind, and soul. I love you, and I’m going to make sure you are more than aware of this.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ml29az/tell_me_about_it_mf