Author: Porcelain88

I lay in bed on a cold summer morning. Awoken by the gentle pitter patter of raindrops against my window. Too tired to get up just yet, the fog of sleep still hanging in the air. I sense that I’ve been dreaming of forbidden pleasures but can’t quite remember them.. They’re just out of my grasp, slipping further through my fingers with each passing moment. I’m wearing only a pink cotton t-shirt and white lace panties, which cover me just barely, pale white skin and a flutter of pink peeking through the intricate lace pattern.

I look down beneath the soft blankets and see that my nipples are pointy, I slip a hand up my shirt and pinch it gently. It is sensitive and hard to the touch. I play with it a little, putting a finger to my mouth and sucking, using the moisture to tease my nipple and areola further. I slowly follow a pre-determined and often travelled trail down the gentle slope of my tummy, until I get to the waistband of my underwear. I rest there for a moment before sliding the garment off and gently dropping it to the floor. Read more »

I lay in bed on a rainy Friday morning. Too tired to get up just yet, the fog of sleep still hanging in the air. I sense that I’ve been dreaming of forbidden pleasures but can’t quite remember them.. They’re just out of my grasp, slipping through my fingers with each passing moment. I’m wearing only a pink cotton t-shirt and white lace panties, which cover me just barely, pale white skin and a flutter of pink peeking through the intricate lace pattern.

I look down beneath the soft blankets and see that my nipples are pointy, I slip a hand up my shirt and pinch it gently. It is sensitive and hard to the touch. I play with it a little, putting a finger to my mouth and sucking, using the moisture to tease my nipple and areola further. I slowly follow a pre-determined and often travelled trail down the gentle slope of my tummy, until I get to the waistband if my underwear. I rest there for a moment before sliding the garment off and gently dropping it to the floor. Read more »

I’m imagining you here with me. Your hungry eyes. Your big strong hands all over my skin. Your soft mouth caressing the skin of my breasts. Your wet lips and tongue travelling down my stomach until you reach my inner thighs. Lingering there as you tease me, knowing how much it’s killing me. You can feel the heat coming from between my legs and see the wetness increase with every kiss and lick of my thigh. You can see my soft pink pussy, lips full and clit throbbing, the same shade of soft rose as my nipples and just as erect. So close I can feel your hot breath on my clit.

I can’t take it anymore. I grab your hair and guide your face into my pussy. You know what I want. Eager to please you begin to gently lick my lips and clit with feather like softness. Up and down lapping up the juices pouring from me. Making little circles around my clit with your tongue, occasionally putting a little more pressure, making me moan softly. I moan louder as you ease a finger inside me, continuing to kiss and lick a little faster now. “Just like that” I tell you. Read more »