collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
He: last time you were choked?
Her: choked?
He: Hands over throat….
Her: Oh
He: Fingertips beneath chin….
Her: ohhh.
He: Tight grip…..
Her: Yes
He: Firm wrist…
Her: uh huh
He: Balls deep…
Her: Well uh
He: Grinding against your labia
Her: Damn
He: Well?
Her: Less air?
He: Oh
Her: More pressure?
He: Yes
Her: Heart racing….
He: Definitely
Her: Clinch?
He: Good
Her: Lips on my nips?
He: sucking?
Her: Nibbling?
He: Pushing.
Her: Swiveling?
Her: Taken
Her: Yes, yes master
Four pillows on the bed, you lay naked. East to west. Arms folded. Thighs separated, laying on your chest. 4 straps, 3 pairs of cuffs, 2 paddles, 1 butt plug.
“How are you,” I whisper in your ear. Then walk over to dim the lights in the room.
No reply. Just bright big dilated green reflective eyes. Only light in the room is bouncing off your pupils. I bight your collar bone, and scrape the skin with my teeth.
“Fuck”, echoes of the walls.
I stand. I look down, you look up. You catch my eyes as they focus just beyond the tip of my cock that is in your face. I lean forward and bite your ass cheek, roughly.
“Fuck, damnit.” You glare at me in frustration.
I stand. You lay. I kneel. Run my fingers through your hair and begin to kiss you. Bottom lip suck. Top lip opens up. Tongues collide. Closed eyes.
You reach forward and place your hand on my chest. “That’s better,” as you express your gratitude.