Author: redderthehead85

My [F] plaything [M]

You knew from the moment that I said I wanted to use the cuffs on you again that I was planning something interesting.

And I wanted you to be nervous. I wanted to get under your skin. I wanted you to be thinking. . . at every moment. . . about what I might do. How far would you go to please me?

I started early in the morning – teasing – taunting you. I showed you some gifs of my tits clamped and jiggling. Of me deep throating a fake dick. I wanted you to want me. To think about me. To be crazy with desire.

Since I know you, it wasn’t hard to add to the torment. When I was out shopping, I sent you a picture of the duct tape. All of the beautiful colors. You thought it was ribbon. You had no idea what I planned to do with it.

I went on a tirade about the issue of not having grey panty hose. How was I supposed to achieve my ultimate aesthetic? I wanted something very particular. It confounded you – my rant about the panty hose. And that’s what I wanted. Read more »

I can still [f]eel your [m]outh on me

I can still feel your mouth on me. Every move of my head brings my attention to the deep bruises you gave me from biting my neck. I wish the bruises were more visible. I want to look at them in the mirror and see how you claimed me. All day, I’ve been pressing on the tops of my shoulders to feel the residual pain you caused because you were hungry for my whimpers and moans.

I can still feel the hard arm of the couch pressed into my back as my body turned into yours, devouring every word that came out of your mouth. The ease in which two and a half hours passed amazed me. You kept saying things that made me think and as much as I wanted to crawl into your lap and kiss you, I didn’t because I didn’t want you to stop talking. The clock had slowed to such a crawl for the entire day as I waited on you, but seemed to go into fast forward as soon as you walked into the door. Read more »

[F]ucking my [m]assage therapist

Obligatory long time lurker, first time poster disclaimer.

We’ve been out a few times already and this wasn’t the first time we had fucked. But it was definitely the best up to this point.

It was the Sunday night before my birthday. I went to his private massage office which is incredibly convenient to my house. One of the biggest perks of dating a massage therapist is the excellent back rubs and I take just a little advantage. We enter his office together and I help him put the sheets on the table while we small talk.

I’m used to being naked around Stan (not his real name). Once the table is set up, I go ahead and strip down and lie face down under the sheet. How this differs from a massage to one of his regular clients is that he strips down as well.

My face should be resting in the head cradle, but I love seeing him naked, so I watch as he finishes getting ready.

He’s a mix of things. Some German. Some Thai. Some Chinese. Tall, olive skin, thick body that I don’t want to stop touching. And some shoulder tattoos that my eyes love to linger on. Read more »