Surprise…. [ffm]

I paced in anticipation as I waited for him to arrive. How would he respond to my surprise I wondered, he’d asked me to never to do it but I so badly desired the touch of a woman. I was hungry to feel her lips explore my skin.

I shook my head, I was getting lost in the fantasy I was hoping would play out now. That’s the trouble with fantasies though, they are so perfect in your head, the allure of the seemingly impossible makes it sexy, and the ending is always exactly how you want.

I was nervous he’d perhaps be mad, or that I’d ruin my favourite private illusion. Such a dicey game to play.

I smiled at her and my fears melted away, it was worth the risk. I knew he’d love her, and I wanted to share him with her. I wanted to look him in the eyes while she pleased him, I wanted to kiss her as she rode him, I wanted to taste her on his lips.

“Count backwards from 10….” (F/M) A BDSM, sensual, passionate memory

“I better go down and get them…” I smiled down at him, eyeing him lustfully before caving in to his charm, leaning forward to kiss his ever so inviting lips.

He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me forward causing me to fall on top of him on the lounge, kissing me passionately, as he pulled my body closer. I giggled at him, so turned on by his innocent, boyish looks and natural charisma. I wanted him. Bad.

I pulled away, jumping away from him quickly, walking towards the door.

“I’ll be back” I smiled over my shoulder, hips swaying rhythmically as I walked out the door, knowing very well how much he’d rather have me pinned to that lounge and driving himself hard between my legs.

The ‘them’ I was referring to was my friends who were joining us at a fetish party that night. We were pre-drinking together before heading to the club.

We drank all together in the hotel and all was ok, they chat and mingled. They got along, though he definitely had most of my attention. He was quietly driving me wild without even trying…at all.