Author: imyourdeadend

This is war. Part 5.

I knew he’d eventually take the invitation between my legs, all I had to do was wait and it wasn’t long before his candle was completely burnt, then he grabbed me by the hips, lifted my ass and dug in.

Silly boy, so predictable. He always did like me sitting on his face. I only had to pull one end of the scarf and I was free, free to really sit on his face but his turn is over. So I sat on him, rubbing myself slowly against him while kissing his neck, his hands wanted to play but I grabbed them with mine and put them aside. His burning like I am and I’m so wet that grinding is ever so slippery, one wrong move and I’ll have him inside and as much as I want to, it isn’t time yet. Read more »

This is war. Part 4.

I’ve always loved the rain, thunderstorms soothe me, I can feel the cold breeze coming through the window and while the fireplace is doing its best to keep us warm, it’s he who’s setting a fire inside me. Tonight I’m both the fire and the storm waiting to collide.

I’d say there’s still some mercy in him, but now I’m sure he’s as anxious as I am. His tongue wandered all over my body removing every drop of scotch, he’s always been very selfish when it comes to his poison and he wasn’t just going to let it go to waste. He went through my legs, between them, up my pelvis, through my stomach, around my waist, all over my breasts, my neck and even in my mouth. The cleanse was slow, thorough and playful, with an occasional bite on all the right places.

Not being able to see him makes it harder to anticipate his moves so I was inevitably surprised when he put his arms around me and carried me to the bedroom but this time I’m laying on my stomach. If he wanted a view, I’ll give him something to watch, so I slowly open my legs and lift my ass just enough for him to see the dish he left unfinished. Read more »

This is war. Part 3.

Being blindfolded can really mess with your whole body. It makes you rely on your other senses, it makes you more aware of the context and it increases expectations. My heart feels like it’s going to pump its way out of my chest and I can just feel him all over my body even though he hasn’t touched me at all. I can hear him walking all around me, deciding where to start, I hear him sipping his scotch, I hear the drops of melted ice falling through his glass, I hear the joy in his eyes, I hear the blood going through him and focusing on that one spot I must stay away from, at least for a while.

Fuck, that’s evil. He’s not messing around and went straight for it. I guess tonight I’m being bathed in scotch and ice. The ice melts easy on my skin but his tongue is warm and now I’m moaning. The worst thing about these games is that I get really anxious and I just want him inside, I can’t help but move my hips up and down, slowly, and before we know it, we’re moving in perfect synchrony, when his tongue goes up, I go down. Read more »

This is war. Part 2.

If there’s one thing a man can’t resist is a half naked woman dancing for him and him only, it makes them feel like they’re in control when in fact they have surrendered.
I slowly run my hands through his hair and he knew exactly what to do next. I can finally feel us skin to skin, he’s burning and I need to stop biting my lip or I’ll bleed.

The best thing about having a bar at home is that you can drink and play on it. Tonight we play. He’s always liked grabbing me around like a doll and before I realize it, he lifted me up and put me on the bar and his mouth is ever so close to mine. Teasing was a game created in hell and this is why souls are burning, it wasn’t sins that led them there it was being so close to someone and not indulging.

I can’t help it, my mouth has a mind of its own and it keeps calling for him. Whoever thought the only way of communicating was through words clearly never knew what it was like to talk with your body. All I need to do is put my legs around him and slowly tilt my head. My neck isn’t only my weak spot, it’s also his. And just like that I got his tongue with mine, sweet surrender. Read more »

This is war. Part 1.

Kids are always joyful when they’re allowed to play in the backyard but playing never feels as good as when you’re an adult and you’re sitting on the edge of the couch with nothing but his t-shirt on and he’s sitting across from you with his eyes fixed on your spread legs and a melting scotch in his hand while his tongue runs slowly through his lips.

I never needed much alcohol anyway, always preferred to lose my clothes while completely sober but tonight I just had to. Truth or dare isn’t fun if clothes aren’t coming off but I may have just lost to him, or so I let him believe.

It’s my turn to play now. This is my favorite song and I’m out scotch. He still has to decide his next move and I already know which is mine. I slowly close my legs and walk away, I know he hasn’t lost sight of me and now I can’t resist the melody. My arms are up in the air, my head is waving and my hips are moving from side to side. I can hear him walking behind me but I need his touch now. Read more »