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Touching Myself Turns Into FaceTime Sex With You [FM] [Masturbation]

As always, very open to feedback! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💕

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You’ve been away on a business trip for two days and I’m already aching for you. All day, I imagine your tongue and fingers in my tight entrance. I think of your beautiful, hard cock in my mouth. I picture myself bouncing and grinding on your dick, working my hips as you fill me up.

One night after work I decide I need a release. I dim the lights and light a candle, and put on some sensual music. I strip naked, and put on a pair of red lace crotchless panties with a string of plastic pearls down the middle, letting the pearls nestle between my lips. Looking in the mirror, I picture you ripping my panties off and roughly having your way with me. I imagine you behind me, hard cock pressed against my ass as your hands reach around to fondle my breasts and rub my clit.

Sitting on the edge of our bed, I snap a photo of myself and send it to you, saying, “I miss you…” Read more »

The Girl at the Reggae Show – Part 2 [FFM]

Still feeling a bit self conscious about my writing so I’d love any feedback! 💗

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I wake up to my “sensual” playlist playing and my silk sleep mask covering my eyes. Strange, I don’t remember putting it on. I go to pull it off and realize my hands are tied above my head. Squirming against my restraints, I realize my ankles are tied too, my legs spread. I’m wearing what feels like my favorite little sheer burgundy corset. It holds my enormous breasts beautifully and makes me feel like a goddess. Wiggling around a bit, I realize I’m not wearing underwear, so my pussy is completely exposed.

Is Dani still here? Did you dress me together? My stomach flutters at the thought.

My questions are answered as I hear you and Dani talking. “Ooh she’s waking up,” you say excitedly.

“She looks so fucking hot in that corset, all tied up and ready to be used,” Dani says, sending tingles all through my body. Read more »

The girl at the reggae show – part 1 [FFM]

It’s been so long since we’ve seen live music, so when one of your favorite reggae bands is in town, we make a special night of it.

We go out to dinner before the show at one of our favorite places, taking our time and relaxing. I’m wearing your favorite sundress, and underneath it I’m wearing a corset with black lace panties. Underneath that, unbeknownst to you, I’m wearing a remote control vibrator, a c-shaped one that stimulates both my clit and my g spot. The remote is hidden in my cleavage.

I catch you staring at my chest all night. The corset under the low cut sundress really makes my breasts look rather obscene. Between keeping my little secret and the way sitting down pushes the vibrator into me, I’m already wet.

After we order dessert, I excuse myself and head to the bathroom. Once in a stall, I pull my panties off under my dress, rubbing them in a bit first to make sure they’re nice and wet. I wrap the remote in the panties, and ball them up so I can hold them discreetly. Read more »

A sensual weekend on the strip [MF]

I was sad to hear you had to travel to Las Vegas for work over our anniversary, until you told me I was coming with you. I’ve always wanted to stay in a hotel overlooking the strip.

We check into the hotel around 6. When we get to our room, I can’t believe how gorgeous it is. I run up to the enormous window, taking in the strip and the lights, and the sun setting over the mountains. You walk up behind me, your strong hands holding me by the hips. “So, you like it?” You ask, and I nod, still transfixed on the view. “We have reservations at 7, go get ready,” you remind me.

I pull myself away from the window and head into the enormous bathroom to get ready. There’s a rain shower head with a built in bench and warm, sensual lighting. It all feels so glamorous. Read more »

Teasing my husband after a long day [MF] [gentle femdom]

It’s been a long day, and a long week at work. It seemed like everything that could go wrong did. When you finally wrap things up in your basement office, you close your laptop and head upstairs, ready to unwind. It’s Friday, and we don’t have any plans tomorrow.

As you climb the basement stairs you hear music playing in the kitchen. Dishes and silverware clink and cabinet doors open and close. You smile, relieved at least one chore is crossed off our long list. You hate emptying the dishwasher.

When you open the kitchen door, you’re surprised to find me in lingerie – a sheer little black thing that holds my enormous breasts tight, as if a strong wind could cause it to pop open. It’s barely long enough to cover me, and I’m not wearing anything underneath it except thigh high stockings. I’ve meticulously waved my hair like you like it, and my smoky eyeliner intensifies my green eyes. It’s clear I’ve prepared for this.

“Hey love,” I smile mischievously and tell you to stop where you are. You look at me like you want to take me right this second. I explain that there are two rules tonight: Read more »