Breakfast [femdom]

“Hello,” I say.

He quivers like a leaf before me in the doorway. Although he is smaller in stature than expected, I am excited by the prospect of how easy picking him up, flipping him over, and pinning him down will be. He is hesitant to make eye contact like a mottle-coated hare facing a lynx. Perhaps he knows what I am thinking? He turns and leads me up the green carpeted staircase. My fingertips graze the glossy well used wooden banister as we ascend. He opens the impossibly large door to his apartment. I enter.

“Take my coat,” I direct.

Sauntering to the couch I feel his eyes on my back drinking me in when he thinks I am not noticing. I pull out the bottle of rosè I have brought with me.

“Serve me,” I command.

I eat two 30 milligram edibles while he produces a cup and pours me a glass of wine.

“Do you still have the dildo up your butt, the one you sent me a photo of?” I inquire.

He nods and smiles weakly.

“Good. How does it feel?” I ask.

Trouble

The room is pitch black, but I feel his body heat beside me. I wiggle closer under the covers. He lies facing away from me. The digital clock says 12:34 AM. I should let him rest, but I feel wide awake. I snake my arm under his and make circles with my thumb in the middle of his chest. I slowly shake my head no and let my nose trace a line between his shoulder blades. I plant a kiss in the middle of the imaginary line. My hand begins to wander.

He inhales sharply as I reach for his cock in the darkness. His half hard erection stiffens within my grasp as I gently stroke his shaft. He rolls over to face me, and I cover his collar bone with kisses. Ours hands roam over each other’s bodies in the darkness as our legs intertwine and our pelvises meet. I sense his excitement as he fully hardens between my thighs. It is time.

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Categorized as Erotica

Softness

Nestled between my legs there is something very hard, but everywhere else my fingers find softness. A gentle hand cradles my head as our lips and hips meet. He smells like a mild day at the beach, yet his skin feels as though he’s been lying in the sun. The other hand’s fingers find my bare breasts and pinch my nipples, causing me to break our kiss as I inhale sharply and breath out a long moan. My own fingers quickly find the area above where his hardness meets my softness and begin their frantic rubbing.

Fine brown hair carpets his thick thighs, back, chest and arms. My free hand holds him close to me and works its way up and down through the fuzz. I nuzzle his neck behind the ear where the skin is like that of a newborn. My eyelids are heavy with the malaise of lust, but I can make out the same fine brown hairs of his chest and arms also lining the lobes of his ears. I nibble at the dangling caramel lobes becoming flushed like ripe peaches that have not yet been picked. I feel myself becoming increasingly slick. My lips sense the fluttering of his heart filling up the hollow space between his neck and collar bone. The fluttering grows until it is more like our chest cavities hold two halves of the same thundering storm.