I am wearing a black long t-shirt type of nightgown, idling in the kitchen surfing the internet. I hear the doorknob turn. It’s you, returning from the trip you’ve taken. I hear your luggage hitting the parquet as you lay it down. Your trip extended by 2 whole days. It’s been 9 whole days since I’ve last seen you. Before leaving, after giving me a fuck to remember you forbade me from touching myself until your return. I found the thought exhilarating. A week! I can probably handle a week, I thought to myself.
I’ve underestimated both you and I in this scenario.
You made sure to tease me each and every time we interacted during these days. Using that tone you know it melts me and some spot-on sexual innuendos.
I have had a hard time following your command, putting an end to all the naughty thoughts right before reaching that point where I’d touch myself.
So you see? I’ve been a really good girl for you.
Until 3 days ago when you told me you told me your trip will extend for an extra 2 days.
Arghhh!
I got upset! Missing you, being away from you, needing you, lusting for you, been a really – really good girl and now this?!
The neglect turned me upside down.
So when our eyes met, the way I was gazing you down let you know instantly that you’re in big trouble.
You try talking to me but I’m not in the mood of listening.
I ask you to undress.
You ignore my demand still trying to talk – don’t.
I ask again: undress now!
It’s funny how although I’m tiny compared to you, when I look you up a certain way, you feel shivers.
You begin undressing. I’m not surprised seeing that you have a full blown erection.
I ask you to kneel on the floor and get on all fours.
You can see me walking towards our sexy chest.
Long before moving in together we decided we’re gonna build up a sex toys collection which we store in a medium size wooden chest. It’s funny how this seemigly decorative object harbours so many… dark pleasures. Even more amusing when we have guests over.
As I am bending over to reach the chest, the t-shirt lifts up to grant your eyes access to admire my behind. I am wearing a red pair of lace thong panties.
Although you’re very, very aroused you are also a little worried regarding what I might pull out of the chest. Strangely you can feel the tip of your cock getting wet, a drop of precum having formed.
I have taken the crop.
I take sit on the couch next to you resting my legs on your back, using you as a feet stool.
“Now you’re going to hear all about how displeased I have been with this situation!” and as I finish this sentence you can feel the crop landing heavily on your buttocks.
As I begin unfolding the story of how upset I felt, whenever I put emphasis on a word – that is met by another crop hit.
You can feel my enthusiasm reaching higher and higher peaks as you gasp after each hit and you predict what’s coming next, you’re pretty good at knowing ME.
As the story comes to an end and the enthusiasm reaches its peak, I rain upon you several consecutive strokes of the crop.
Your hardon persists through them all.
“I am done.” I bubbily say. Lifting my feet off your back. You try lifting yourself up, but I push you back in position.
“Did I tell you to move?!”
You’re in awe. You knew I had in me, but you’ve never seen it to this extent. You’re both so so very aroused but oh, so very scared.
I get behind you, smiling as I admire your red buttcheeks. It’s like looking at art.
After admiring my work, I sit down beside you and start caressing you. My hands are cold and they flood you with different sensations all over your body.
They feel soothing on your wounded buttocks, feel ticklish against your torso, heavy against your neck area, sweet as I’m caressing your face; explosive as I moved it up and down your shaft; tracing the tip of my index finger from the tip of your cock, soaking it in that sweet precum, slowly down to the bottom of your penis then trailing it back up again so on and so forth.
Your face is red and your breath heavy.
“I’m dealing with a catch 22, sweet one.” I mischievously declare.
“You see, you’re loving this so badly that no matter where I lead you from here, you’ll be enjoying it.
Lay on your back.”
I undress myself exposing my hard nipples and my milky skin in its whole splendor. I remove my panties and while standing above you, it feels as I’m parading for you, lingering a little extra above your head. You start caressing my legs, starting from the ankles to my calfs, up to my knees.. slowly higher…
“Hands off” I command as your hands were mere centimeters from finally reaching that sweet spot.
I turn to facing you, while still standing above you, placing myself above your groin area, tactfully lowering myself.
I start rubbing my engorged clit against your hard, very hard organ, carefully adjusting my body in such manner for it to rub all the right zones. You are moaning softly and rapidly. I think to myself I could probably finish you off like this, even without allowing you to penetrate me. As exciting as this thought might be, I feel you’re unworthy of having the release you so very crave.
I keep rubbing myself against you, straddling you, more and more rapidly; with one swift calculated slide I allow myself to slide upon you for a mere long second that releases out of your mouth the sexiest, loudest groan I have ever heard from you.
The sound of it has an intoxicating effect on me, I feel myself I could totally lose all the control I possess against you right now and just give in to animalism – where we’d fuck each other senslesly to sleep perhaps.
I stop.
I take a long deep breath gazing into your eyes. Your eyes have this deep burning hunger inside of them. I’ve never seen this look upon your face. I can’t tell if you’re looking at me as a predator or helpless prey.
I reposition myself straddling your face, close enough for you to start devouring the juices. You are hungry. Your tongue and lips move in this hungry manner licking and sucking and – devouring.
You miss out my soft plea for you to slow down, I repeat it again, it unphases you. I place my right hand in your hair holding your head to the ground. Your eyes are asking me why.
“Slow. Down.” I command putting accent on each of the two words.”
You start licking more delicately, drawing circles with your tongue on my clit, tracing it up and down on my entrance. Inserting your playful tongue into my opening. Savoring every bit of moisture.
I can’t contain myself any longer. I start riding your face faster and faster. You can tell by the way my tighs are squeezing you that I am getting close…
My bodily movements are in synch with your mouths rythm – moving at the same rapid pace
I cum strongly, sending my entire body into shivers. You can feel my body relaxing above you. You continue licking, slowly, gently, collecting every drip of nectar.
I lay down and short of breath, I mumble something inaudible – despite it all, you catch up on two words: ****good boy****.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g0tnzw/9_days_apart_fm