Work taboo (MF) (anal) (toy) Part 1

The window is down while I mouth along with the music on the radio. I’m currently driving the 40 minute to work and my mind starts to wander. ‘I wonder if Cam is working…’ my mind burst with fantasies ranging from vanilla to taboo. Shaking my head I turned the music up higher to drown them out.

I arrive to work half an hour before the staff need to do shift change. The day shift girls are babbling when one says “Cam will be a few minutes late. He needed to double back for something.” “What did he forget?” One woman asked in passing. None knew and continued on with their conversation. I was tuning their voices out and returned back into my fantasy world of desires. About 10 minutes later a knock on the door comes. Pulling up my mask I open up to see his piercing blue eyes meet mine. ‘Is there more a shine to them today?’ I wonder subconsciously as he passes by me to join the rest of the staff.

An Owned slut [M/f] [D/s] [domination]

A noise gently pulls me from my slumber as I moan myself awake. Pulling off my blindfold I see you standing in front of my dresser looking at me through the reflection of my big mirrors. My groggy eyes barely register that you are frozen trying to not make another move.

“Hmmm hi baby.” I groan happily as I stretch and flop lazily around my bed.

“I’m so sorry kitten did I wake you?” Your voice is full of worry and affection but you stand perfectly still; seemingly afraid to move.

“Not at all baby I probably need to get up anyway.” I still make no attempt to get out of bed but instead I worm myself towards a sleeping cat to give cuddles before I inevitably leave such comforts. You leave the room to come back with a hot cup of coffee and a kiss on my head.

You’ll never know how much these moments mean to me. As you walk away I catch a hint of your deodorant and musk making the butterflies do a loop inside of my stomach. You always have a way of putting my body on vibrate yet calming me at the same time. I’ll never fully understand the way you affect me.

Primal domination part 1 [Mf] [dominance] [sub]

There was a strange feeling blooming inside of her when she glanced over her left shoulder at him. There was something about him tonight and she couldn’t look away before finding what it was. Was it his newly shaved head? His beard, which was constantly being played with, that had specks of pepper grey mixing with the brown? There was *something* about him tonight that felt different even though her eyes could not find a physical reason to attribute to it. His eyes never left the tv but she knew he wasn’t paying attention to it and was taking an inventory of her.

“What?” His playful and demanding tone always tickled her ears sending shivers down her spine.
She didn’t answer and simply watched as his fingers played within his beard, finding the right hair and pulling it out.
He looked at her now and asked again. His voice rising a notch in volume but not in irritation.
“I’m thinking.” She replied.
“Of?” A well groomed eyebrow raises.
“I’m trying to figure out what is different.” She looked down feeling sheepish. She didn’t blush easily but he always had a way to make her feel girlish with no effort. His two fingers curled under her chin and redirected her gaze to meet his. Even after this long together it felt like the first time when they made eye contact in this manner.

“I Don’t Speak Slut.” [Choking] [Anal] [D/s]

It had been a long few days of stress and tears. We had lost a friend, his new car acting up any way the car could creating problem after problem that we had to figure out. We had finally sat down on his couch when he pulled off his shirt asking me to scratch his back. My normal enthusiasm was long gone from another mentally exhausting day and I accidentally let out a groan but still complied with his request. ‘I should only be thankful he is letting me touch him.’ I hear myself think.

“What’s wrong?” He inquired with actual concern rather than his usual rhetoric. “Nothing, really. Just tired today.” He knew how tired I was after working mornings, in mourning and using the rest of my mental capacity on helping him solve his issues with the vehicle. After a few moments he asked “where do you want a back rub, bedroom or couch?” Normally this question meant I was in for a little teasing but I pushed the thought out of my mind, figuring we were both too tired for play. “Bedroom. It’s easier on your knees.” I was thinking of his needs as well mine, something a good girl should always do.

Sex near an Ex

She had to go very soon and he knew it. She was tired and had to wake up early for work so he had to say goodnight. They were standing in the kitchen when he began to kiss her softly up her neck toward her lips and feeling his hands reach down her tights to graze her ass quickening her heart rate and rendering her useless in his arms. She could never resist such a kiss, such passion from him.

A moment of clarity hit and she pulled back from his lips while her eyes darted from the living room, where their friend sat watching t.v, then back to him. The friend in the other room was an ex girlfriend turned friend over the last few years. To her, having the friend there, in his house, was still a touch strange. The fear in her eyes of being caught must have finalized his decision because he grabbed her again to pull her close and put his hands down the front of her tights to found his way inside. One, two and deep. His eyes sparking at the awareness of how wet she was all for him. All the while maintaining eye contact, lips spread slightly breathing in each others air. Not a single sound escaped their lips in order to keep the guest unaware of what was transpiring not even 10 feet away with only a wall to give them privacy.