Author: hypnoslut99

It’s Better Left Unsaid vol.9.1 – 9.3

“So I’ve been thinking.”

The words cause me pause, the weight of the sentence amplified with its delivery.

“Uh huh?”

“Well, maybe more planning than thinking.”

My face scrunches as I turn to her with an inquiring sort of scowl, “uh huh…”

“I want you to wear something tonight…”

There is an undeniable anticipation and zeal in her tone, “during the exhibit.”

In my childlike curiosity, I find an increasing level of trepidation. I forego another primitive response and instead silently await further explanation. She walks to the dresser, opens her panty drawer and pulls out a box.

“Here, open it.”

My mouth twists, knowing I’ll never abstain from taking a gift from her. I take the small package and lift my eyes to meet hers. Her eyes are eager and she has a hint of crimson about her cheeks, I can’t help but match her. I look back down to the gift and untie the wide ribbon bow around it, “Keep this for later?” She giggles and snatches the ribbon from my hand. Read more »

It’s Better Left Unsaid vol.7.2

I hear the music playing as I enter the apartment, a smile quickly consuming my face as I recognize Katherine is listening to my mix. The comfortable and wonderful feeling of being home washes over me as I remove my backpack and jacket. I kick off my shoes and properly put away all before moving toward the music and Katherine.

My thoughts are eager and excited, looking forward to sharing the music and moment with Katherine, as I near the doorway, I first spy her hair swing into my frame. *She’s loving it!*

I’m giddy and close the gap and as the room comes fully into my field of vision, I am slapped with a heady dose of unpreparedness. Clad in only bra, panties, and… straps… I watch her, her back to me, her hips shimmying and shaking. She tosses her hair back and forth as she attempts to sing along with the chorus. She is oblivious and outrageously beautiful, lost in her moment. Read more »

It’s Better Left Unsaid vol.6.3.1

*Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two outs, full count…*

It was always this kind of setting, that do-or-die scenario.

*Be the hero. Be the hero. Be the hero.*

The narrowing of focus, greater emphasis and awareness of your breathing. Everything seems to slow down, the importance and weight of the moment bearing down.

As I sink down between her legs, there is an uncanny confidence in the air and it is not at all my own. Her hand in my hair, my ridiculous secret life now exposed for her, I feel cold and hot, anxious and alive. She plays the part of a wily veteran far too well.

She’s found me out, *this is a test*, I want her, *I need her.*

*One pitch*

My senses flood and wash away my thoughts. Her touch, the touch of her skin in my hands, her bare legs- soft and spreading, her scent… *oh fuck* her scent. My mouth begins to salivate, my jaw slackening.

This moment lasts forever, a stare down between pitcher and batter. You’re always the batter in those childhood scenarios, but perhaps now I’m thinking I may be the pitcher. Pitcher, batter… Who truly is in control in the situation? The one with the ball or the one attempting to hit it? Read more »

It’s Better Left Unsaid (vol.4.2) (femdom, pegging)

An overwhelming rush of emotion and sensation develops on my neck and spreads down my spine. Before I can even assemble a defense my entire body is consumed by the prickled exposition of vulnerability.

Hands and my knees down to my ankles are the constant reminder that I am indeed not floating as they contact the comforter. I stare at the pillows and shaky breathe after shaky breathe escapes my lungs and fills the room with my silent submission.

The only other sound is her behind me moving… preparing. Another breathe. “Such a good boy to stay so still for me.” My thighs and ass clench at the sound of her voice. My lower back tensing as I let out a muffled whimper of a sigh.

Finally, I feel her hands make soft contact with my flesh, her fingers sliding over my ass cheek, the palms quickly following suit as she takes handfuls of my ass into her hands in a gentle squeeze.

“Mmmm.” She purrs and I go numb. My head sinking closer to the comforter. Read more »

[m/F] It’s better left unsaid (gentle female domination)

My hands grip your thighs, slowly sliding down your legs, which, oddly enough, is a rising action for my arms with your feet so high in the air.

Our lungs practically in unison as each exhale seems to almost push at the very walls of the room. My cock is inches away from your warm and wet opening. I want you, you want me. This momentary game of cat and mouse is heady and somehow we are each both cat and mouse, equals on this conquest.

I slide forward and tense my abs so that my cock jumps up and then flops down onto your abdomen, my hairless balls just barely tickling at your moist lips.

I lean into you, pressing my shaft against your clit, “I want to hear you beg.” You smirk darkly, “No fucking way.” I meet your smirk and lower further to kiss and suck at your nape, moving up and along your neck while I continue to grind against your pussy.

I feel your legs fight my hands off and wrap around my torso. *I can’t escape now.* The urge to sink my cock into you amplifies and you know it. I run my hands up your torso and take hold of your perfect tits. Read more »