Author: Yourkinkymuse

She’s all dressed up for the service. Making a finishing touch on her make up. She wore a simple white blouse and black pencil skirt that hug her body perfectly.

I haven’t been religious for the past 12 years. I’m going because it is important to her to go on Christmas. So, I’m not particularly sure if there is an etiquette I’m supposed to follow.

In my book, my woman doen”t appear in front of me looking like that and not getting fucked.

2 minutes later, She’s lying on our bed. Shivering in anticipation of what’s going to happen.

“Can we wait after the service?”

I fold her skirts all the way above her waist. Exposing her white tone legs and black lacy panties. I put my Fingers on the waist and start pulling it down.

“Fuck daddy. . . Please wait.”

I hold both of her legs and buried my face between her legs. Ignoring her plea and start licking her pussy. The moment I felt her hand on my hair, I knew I have hair. Read more »

She’s a rich girl. Getting so used of everything handed over to her.

During our dinner date yesterday, she casually mentioned that she just fail an important test. But simply brush it off since she never have pressure from her parents.

And I don’t like that.

By the time we arrived at my apartement, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and told her to follow me to the bedroom.

She obediently complied and I told her to stand on the corner of the room. Facing the wall, with her hands folded behind her back and ass thrusted up.

She’s wearing a simple black crop tops and grey leggings. I pull down her leggings a little bit. Enough for me to see her bare skin.

She’s shivering when I touch her ass.

I calmly ask if she know why she’s being punished.

She’s a smart girl. Her failure is just because she’s being complacent. She understand why she is being punished.

I slowly undoing my belt from my pants. Read more »

I caught myself staring as she came out from the bathroom. Her body is wrapped rightly in a purple blanket. She paid no attention to me as she walk toward the make up table and dry her hair.

I often hear stories from other men in long term relationship. Telling me that how dejecting it is for them Everytime their women rejected their sexual advances

I never understood them.

I get up from the bed and walk toward her. She threw a questioning look as she notice me from the mirror. She looks beautiful.

I put one of my hand on her shoulder and use the other to caress her cheek. She put her hair dryer on the table and lean her face to the side. She close her eyes as she start Kissing my hand.

I move my hand from her shoulder and remove the towel from her body. Revealing her full perky breasts. Without saying anything , or even bother with being gentle, I start grabbing her tits and start squeezing it.

I’m sure she about to say something. But I never really catch it since shoved my fingers on the other hand into her mouth. Read more »

I don’t believe in love. I don’t know what people mean when they said it.

I pushed her body against the wall as I remove the first three button on her shirt.

Technically, they’re mine.

But she likes wearing my shirt as a dress every time she stay in. Just that plain white shirt and a piece of black underwear. I can see her focus of attention moved from my eyes, my lips, and back to my eyes again. She always do that every time she want me to kiss her.

Too bad that we can’t always get what we want , can we?

I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head with one of my hand. Making sure that she can’t fight her way out before I continue.

“There is one specific rule that you’re going to follow tonight.” I used my other hand to remove the fourth button on her shirt.

“I’m a good girl.” I removed the fifth button.

“That’s the only phrase that I want to hear coming out from your mouth for the rest of our session tonight.” I removed the last Button. Read more »

*Arrogant ? Pretentious ? Maybe . . .*

*I do believe the world is filled with men who sadly believe that giving women a picture of your dick is what sexting all about.*

*Feel free to downvote me if you disagree , but at least listen to my case first.;*

I was thinking about her.

All I wanted to do that afternoon was filling some numbers into my spreadsheet. The image of her suddenly filled my mind and suddenly my dick show her some respect by standing up.

So I grab my phone, take a picture of it, and send it to her. With some caption.

ME : Look you’re doing to me.

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**Golden rule of sexting 1. Do not send a picture of your dick to someone you haven’t established a connection with.**

I don’t give a shit what your teenage dumbfuck friend or internet pick up gurus told you. Do not send a picture of your dick to a woman if she hasn’t feel comfortable with you on a deeper level.

They’ll easily look them up if they want to see some dick pics, and believe me you don’t want to compete with the things that they can find. Read more »

Workplace relationship is always a touchy subject.

I know what power can do to people. How easily I can turn a no into a yes simply by having in the position when I can take away people’s livelihood with a single sign on the paper.

I don’t have to threaten them, all I need is for them to aware that I can make that happen. Which is the reason why I never entertain the thought of developing any form of feelings to my co-workers. As Egoistic as I am, But there’s some line that I’m just not willing to cross.

I forget all of that moral line the moment I met her.

Well, . . .not “Met” . We’ve been working in the same department for quite a while, but I never really interact with her on a personal level. All it take was one night for her to hook me in. One damn Friday evening on a Bar near the conference hotel. For her to show me that she possess that gentle touch that I never thought I wanted. It’s hard to describe it. You have to settle with that phrase.

Gentle touch. Read more »