Author: Dunndunnagain

The front door closes and they stand for a moment in the street feeling cool breeze of the evening. She realises there is no turning back now, a new door stands open for her, framing her companion in the light inside the car. He beckons to her ‘Get in princess’… She moves without thought or hesitation, closing the door behind her as she slides into the seat. He looks her up and down again, her breasts look full and soft, and her nipples are slightly stiff from the breeze outside, becoming just visible through her cotton vest.

As they start the drive towards the restaurant, her excitement building with anticipation, she begins to revel in the thought of completely submitting to the will of the man driving her into the night. Stopping for a red light, he places his right hand on her leg, slowly sliding his fingers up her inner thigh. Suddenly the slow warmth which had been briefly forgotten, bursts into life as she feels him brush against her swollen clit through the fabric of her pants. She had come without panties as instructed, and she remembered the silicone egg, still inside her, offering total control of her pussy to her lover. A slight gasp escapes her lips and he smiles as the result of his touch – ‘there’s my good little slut now’. Read more »

She knocks, the door opens and she enters quietly, a little nervous about what exactly she is doing there and how she is going to explain this to her conscience later. The doubting voices are silenced the moment she looks into the eyes of her tall, handsome lover, warm and inviting, flooding her body with relief, trust and a sudden rush of warmness. She is lead into the quickly darkening house as the afternoon turns to evening, table lamps provide a soft light and good music is playing in the background.

‘Welcome back to my home’ he says, offering her a glass of wine, which she accepts, happy to have a moment to arrive and feel the space she has entered. It has been a while since she was here,  and somehow it couldn’t feel more  different although it all looks the same. She looks around the room and notices that the kitchen window which looks into the neighbouring garden and is usually wide open has been closed and the curtain drawn tightly shut. Another flutter of nerves, but this time accompanied but the rush of anticipation and an undeniable dampness which she can feel starting to build between her thighs. Read more »