Author: For_Your_Eyez_Only

Just the Tip [FM][Passionate][Bareback]

“*Don’t move*” he said in his deep, southern accented voice.

After so much time anticipating this moment, Hugh stepped close to Sara and closed his eyes at the sensation as her skin brushing against his; he lightly held the back of her neck in one hand and her waist in the other, controlling every inch of the space between them…

His chest heaved with excitement, almost like his first time. But of course it wasn’t; he moved with confidence acquired by experience and by knowledge. He knew this moment, pulled out to last for minutes, would bring them both so much more excitement.

Sara felt confused but put herself into his hands. She was used to his eccentricities and knew they often came with a reason. She closed her eyes and tried to be mindful of every graze, every breath between them. Her skin tingled as goosebumps exploded all over. Her breath quickened and just then she felt it barely graze her thigh. Read more »

The Lunch Hour [Mf][Passionate]

He flew through the door like he hadn’t a minute to lose. Coat on the chair. Tie, up and over his head onto the door knob. His shirt halfway unbuttoned when he reached her on the lounge chair. ‘This chair was made for fuckin’ he had said when he bought it for her. How right he had been. There she was on her back, her knees up and spread apart with her magic wand humming. She was mid-moan when he threw himself atop her, grabbing the toy meant to warm her up for him, tossing it to the ground. He kissed her, pressing hard so she felt the fullness of his lips against her own, his hand finding its way to her wet pussy. If he had taken a moment to absorb the scene he walked into, he would have seen her there, magic wand in hand, no panties but matching garter belt, bra, and soft, silky leggings running down to her curled toes. This is the picture she sent to him at work just before his lunch meeting, and this was the picture that had been on his mind the entire time that idiot spoke to him.  Read more »

Table Service [Objectification] [M/s] [Public Use] [Slut Training]

I kept thinking about the office and how nice it would be to have and train a little slave slut there. I imagine telling you to meet me after hours wearing your prettiest dress. A little black something with your tits popping out of the top. You wouldn’t need to know why or what you’ll be doing because you’ve been training for this, to serve your Master and not think… Doing whatever it is you’re told. So when you show up to the address, you see a nice restaurant with a doorman who bolsters your confidence in your outfit. As you enter, the lights are dim and the smell of cigar smoke lingers in the air. A slightly effeminate man greets you at the door, and when you tell him who you were there to meet, he nods and looks at you with a hint of snoody jealousy across his face.  Read more »

The Gala Night [M, F] [Anon Sex] [M/s] [Anal]

I invited you to a party, a little gala for an arts group you’ve never heard of. All I tell you is to dress up, wear your little black cocktail dress, and to put your plug in your clutch. When the town car I arranged for you arrives at the gallery, I open the door wearing a white dinner jacket and that bow-tie you love the look of so much… As I help you out of the car we walk into the gallery, stopping for a picture on the way in. You feel so excited to be out in public with me showing you off like this. A waiter approaches with glasses of champagne, and I take two, handing you one and pulling a small packet of powder out of my pocket. “Take this, it’s molly” I tell you, pouring it into your glass. And a smile crosses my lips as you down its contents without question. Read more »