I don’t know about anyone else but the one thing that unequivocally leaves my panties soaked in seconds is that……tone.
Now some of you may be confused but I *know* that there are those of you that know EXACTLY what I mean. That tone that says to shut up and listen. That says I’m in charge.
It’s commanding.
It’s powerful.
Gentle but hard at the same time, conjuring up images of clothes being ripped from my body. Fingers circling my throat while I’m bent over the bed and the dining room table and the kitchen counter……mmmm and the balcony. My ass burning and blushing from the smacks I’m receiving all while I hear ” Count them, slut or I’ll start over.”
Sometimes I think about that……tone…..at work, while I’m sitting at my desk typing an email. It whispers past my ear ” I can’t wait to fuck you” then slides it’s way down past my alert nipples until it reaches my swollen little clit. It takes everything in me to concentrate on the person complaining to me on the phone about their…dishwasher?…..no washing machine…..that isn’t working or caught fire perhaps?