It’s been a long day, and I’m tired as heck. It’s been 10 hours since I’ve last heard from him, and a week that I’ve not seen him, and I’m horny as heck. Difference in work schedules and everything in between didn’t help, either. They say that for anything to work, there has to be some give and take. For me, as much as it makes me feel thrilled and grateful to receive, I love to give, and then some. I love to please.
In instances like this, we make do with some sexy flirting over messages, which build up into lines of filthy sexting, and, if circumstances are in our favour, lead to a 90% success rate of meeting up for a session of blowjobs and some dirty fun sex.
“What’s on offer?”
“You know I always deliver the good stuff x”
“Such as …. ?”
A very submissive greeting, first. On my knees, hands behind my back, only looking up when you tell me to look up. You place your palm on my cheek, cupping it, waiting to see if I would look up. I am still not looking up until you say so.