Author: bitemebabyxx

It’s hot as hell today. The heat index is expected to top out at a “feels like” temperature of 103°F. It’s miserable and sticky out; the humidity being the main source of the inescapable hot, damp air. It’s as if someone is spritzing a spray bottle over an erupting volcano, causing the muggy atmosphere to drown everything it touches.

We’ve been doing yard work the last couple hours. You pulling weeds from the flowerbeds, me mowing, weedeating, edging, and, finally, leaf blowing. I’m halfway through leaf blowing the backyard when you go inside. You come back out a few minutes later in a swim suit, carrying two extra tall ice cream cones. I try to wrap up quickly, watching you lick up the drops from both of the cones in your hands as they drip down in the searing sunshine. The view is hot for reasons other than the sun.

“That looks so good,” I shout over the leaf blower.

“They are,” you say, standing next to the pool, licking at the drips that are nearing your fingers. Read more »

You blew me last night, sucking me dry like the good girl you are. I happily went to sleep after while you laid there aroused and wet by my side. I left you untouched, despite knowing how wet sucking my cock makes you. Knowing full well you’d fall asleep with pouty frustration haunting your mind and a slowburning ache in that soaked little cunt.

I, personally, slept great. I wake up content, stretching quietly as you’re soundly sleeping beside me, lying on your stomach naked. The covers are off of you and the sheet is tangled around your body as if you slept in a frenzied state. I’ll bet you did.

Your hair’s still up in a messy knot on the top of your head, a quick go-to of yours for “blowies”. That messy bun bounces and bobs back and forth when you suck me, its movements mimicking your enthusiastic mouth. I stiffen thinking about it– As if I needed a reminder of my last waking memory and what those lips and tongue do so well; of how you having that hole filled makes your pussy so wet in anticipation of also being stuffed. Read more »

“Do you know what it’s like being so many of your firsts?,” I ask you, your head in my lap as we watch an episode of a recorded show in bed. I just got home, and you were getting ready for bed before flipping on the TV.

“Hmm?,” You say, caught off guard by my question; not sure where I’m going.

“Of course you don’t,” I elaborate. “You’ll never know– How could I ever describe what it’s like to have someone so wholly mine.” My cock swells thinking about it, about you. You sit up tall, legs under you Indian style, eagerly listening to me talk about you.

“I own so many of your first experiences,” I say, trailing my hand up your side– “So many parts of your body,” lightly running my hand up and over your left breast. “All of it really,” I say quieter, lower, as I run my hand back down slowly. My cock twitches as I watch your nipple start to firm up under your cotton top. My mouth salivates a little, wishing to smother that delicate peak forming there. Read more »

Just a short piece, playing with words. /——-

I’ve got you in a sweet spot. You’re splayed out for me, your pussy my personal honeypot. I dip my fingers into its opening, coating them in your liquid. Causing your honey to spill out of the jar as I explore how deep it goes. Going passed where your hymen once was, long ago when I first pollinated you. I wonder if this is where the species hymenoptera get their name, those buzzing stinging insects. Perhaps after the stinging pain ridding you of it caused. No, surely not, but it comes to mind.

Your warm, wet walls grabbing onto my fingers; a tight slick suction– as if I had plunged my fingers into a jar of dense honey that doesn’t want to let me go. Your honeycomb walls mine to forage through, feeling the textures of your hive’s insides. Read more »

I taught you a lesson last night. Though that wasn’t my intention at the start of the evening.

I made you cum over and over– 21 times before I was through. Until you were just a delirious, shaky mess. 

What I had originally planned for the evening played out. I teased you relentlessly– Often getting you just there and stopping all stimuli. Edging, stringing your body and mind along all night. You were on the verge of tears after the first 90 minutes. And in literal tears when I finally let you cum. That first orgasm I let you have was so hard; so deep. Afterwards, it sent your poor clit jumping with little aftershocks for a minute. 

“Mm that was torture,” you say contently, smiling and falling back into the pillows.

“That was nothing of the sort,” I think to myself. You had the most glorious glow. I couldn’t wait to extinguish it. The night was on the verge of wrapping up, but after an understatement like that it was only barely just beginning. I just let you come, after a tantalizing 2 hours. I paid attention to each little spot that electrifies your nerves, heightens your senses, dulls your mind, and soaks your depths until you were a squirming, desperate wretch begging to orgasm. And eventually I did allow you to. All of that, all for you to call my gift torture. Read more »