Author: thoughtsofaturtle

Lewd (MF) (Alley)

A wave of shame suddenly washes over me. No. Shame is too judgmental, too soaked in sin.

Embarrassment? We are past that, surely.

No. Something specific, new. I feel *lewd*.

Partly responsible is this twilight alley, the waft of the restaurant’s bins, the indents of the brick still visible on the back of my arms, my ass. The way the crisp night air crackles against my exposed, sopping slit as I assume the most undignified of positions. Squatting in 5-inch heels is not easy. Fortunately they are clunky, platform-style ones or I would have no chance of maintaining this at all. My default position for so long has been to kneel, a default I hope has considerable mileage yet. But this reminds me of the need to train, reinstate my ‘corrupt fitness goals’ regime.

Calves burning, my gaze returns to you as your fingers grip my hair, twisting slightly. Your eyes seem to penetrate me, even in this dim light they seem to shine. *Taste yourself,* you grin, enjoying the chance to issue the order, however redundant. You know I will suck your gleaming cock, coated in my juices. The only question is whether you order or I beg. Read more »

Consent part 1 – the email

**Re: Good Morning**

You awake first. Hard as granite. I am on my side, facing away. An arm’s length apart but feels like a gulf. You touch my back and are immediately rewarded with a breathy hmmmm.

You want me.

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As you embrace me in a big spoony hug, the primal need to penetrate takes over. No introduction, just your hard cock plunged into my tight wetness, still tingling from last night. So easy to slip in from behind.

But.

Wouldn’t normally do this. Is she still asleep? Does she want it?

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My consent has been given, is a given. I am yours until revoked. Every impulse is allowed, every touch is welcome.

In a moment, I will grind, squirm, beg you to pound me. Afterwards I will suck you, cherish you, while you use your fingers to bring me to the edge.

But for this moment this is everything we need. You deep inside me. Still. Powerful.

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From empty to filled.

From two to one.

From apart to together.

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WFH – shhh while I just take this call [MF] [Bondage]

I am struck for a moment by the absurdity.

Knees starting to ache a little despite the thickly carpeted floor. Proud posture, erect one might say, finding comfort in the steel-boned corset that fits so snugly. Feels like armour, firm against hips, breasts threatening to spill over the top.

Collar comforting too, discreet. Always slightly hard, slightly cold. A reminder. A thrill made flesh, I think, although it’s actually just silver of course.

And then the current focus of my discomfort. The metal ring gag on a thick leather strap, two buckles at the back.

When I came in wearing it, wearing this entire ensemble – impossibly pointy impossibly high black heels included – the gag was not that tight. Tight enough to tease. Tight enough for the visual effect. Tight enough to push it down with my tongue and free myself without hands if need be.

But you knew that too. And the wicked glint in your eye as you tightened the strap, fingers firmly in the ring testing its release, determined to fix it just right. Now it’s so far back, so tight in my mouth, behind the back of my teeth even. No way to remove, pointless to wriggle. Read more »