Distracting You from the TV

You were in the living room watching your favorite crime show, eyes glued to the screen as you got lost in the plot.  I should know better than to want your attention at this time of night, but how could I not want your attention all the time?

Seeing how you were on the edge of the couch, it didn’t take much for me to walk over the back and slide in behind you.  Before you realized what was happening, you were sitting between my spread legs, my hands on your shoulder.  Leaning forward I kissed the side of your neck. “Just watch your show.”

You let out a little laugh, and I’m pretty sure it was because I implied that even this would be enough to distract you from the TV set.  Nope, the attraction you felt to it was too strong, and besides, I was around whenever you needed me, your favorite show was only on for one hour each week.

A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 2

This is part 2 of our continuing adventures.  If you'd like to start at the begining, check out part one HERE.

You try to get up, but I am not done with you yet.  I grab your hips and hold you there.  You begin protesting because you are still so sensitive.  I know you better then you think, and hold firm.  With you locked in place, I shimmy myself towards the foot of the bed.  I don't go far, just far enough.

Once I have repositioned, I pull you down to me by your hips.  You shift your weight forward as you lean against the headboard once again.  You are anticipating my touch, trying to calm your overly sensitive body down.  You are not looking forward to the feel of my tongue against your clit just yet.

When my tongue finally touches your skin, you jump.  Instead of feeling it against your pussy, I start rimming your freshly cleaned asshole.  Instantly your body tenses up as you adjust to the shocking act.  As my tongue runs along your puckered skin you begin to relax and enjoy the unique sensation.

I don't give you rimjobs often, but tonight I want to keep your body aroused and your mind guessing what I had planned next.  Keeping you surprised always releases your inner slut so you enjoy it more.  And we both know that the happier you are the happier we both were.

A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 1

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Sub-Servant

I had been driving for a while now, the sun had previously set hours earlier, but I had yet to get to my destination.  Florida was such a long state and no matter how long I was driving for, I didn’t feel like I was making any headway.  Worse than that, my tummy was beginning to growl and I really needed to eat something great, even late.  Luckily I was about to hit a big college town where there would surely be something that would fit the bill.

As I drove into town I decided to pass the first few spots because either I wasn’t lovin’ it, or I wanted to go where taste really ruled.  Finally I saw the bright yellow sign that was my hero and pulled into the parking lot.  I opened the door, avoided the puddle of spilled soda and the wrappers drifting in the light breeze, and I headed to the door.

As I walked in, it immediately struck me that the place was empty, except for the college student behind the counter.  Ignoring her, I walked towards the bathroom and opened the door.  I needed a pit stop almost as much as I needed some nourishment and standing in front of the urinal I felt the relaxation only a good wiz can provide.  I did my business, washed my hands and then headed back out into the dining room.

As I emerged into the room, I noticed that the girl from behind the counter was locking the door.  Clearing my throat I said, “Hi, are you closing up?”

Without giving me a glance she said, “Yep, but since you’ve made it in before we locked the doors, you’ll be our last customer.”

“Great!” I said walking towards the counter.  “I’m starving, been driving for hours.”  I raised my eyes to the large lighted panels that they used as a menu.  As I tried to decide on what I wanted, the girl walked around and got in position behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Ashley and I’ll be your sandwich sculptor today.  How can I help you?”  Despite the late hour she said her line with exuberance.

I continued to stare at the menu while I said, “I’ll get the Melt.”

“Yum!  The melt is one of my favs!  I like it nice and gooey, do you?”

I wasn’t really paying attention to her as she spoke and just said, “Yeah.”  Pausing a moment, my eyes moved over to the roll choices.  “I’ll get that on the six inch wheat.”

Ashley turned around and pulled a tray off the rack.  “At this late hour, I’m gonna make your six inch a footlong.”

Fire and Ice: Suzy’s Submission

Suzy’s heart pounded in her chest as she waited, blindfolded, tied up.  If it wasn't for the restraints she would have run away already.  Instead she lay on the floor, naked;  intricate knots binding her arms to her back and her calves to her thighs.  She tried to steady herself, to keep her composure, yet her mind wandered as she waited.  She wanted to cry out to get His attention, but instead bit down on a ball gag in her mouth, which caused her drool to escape out corners of her lips.

                                                                   

As she lay there completely exposed; she tried to listen for any hint of His return.  Suzy concentrated on every noise, every smell, every movement of air, hoping that she’d be alerted to His  presence.  When it finally came, she steeled herself, trying to convince herself that she was ready for anything that He had planned.  The part of Suzy that was honest with herself hoped that it was true.

The first thing she was aware of was the footsteps, heavy and echoing throughout the room.  They seemed to fill the space, pushing Suzy’s presence down against the floor.  The menacing sound made her shrink back into her safe mind-space.

“Well, Suzy, sorry for taking so long getting back to you.”  She could hear Him smile as he spoke.  “I just had a few things to do after I got your knots set up, and well one thing lead to another and time slipped by…  I hope you've been alright waiting for me.”

Experiencing a Perfect Reality

Leica’s heart pounded in her chest as she sat there waiting.  She was being a good girl, sitting on her knees, wearing some skimpy black lingerie.  She always felt sexy in the outfit.  Between the shiny vinyl on the cups and sheer material making up the body of the garment, it showed off so much, and yet hid just enough.  Of course, she also was wearing the matching black g-string.  Leica was a good girl, and after a week of planning, she was eagerly awaiting her treat.

She was so horny, sitting there, waiting, that she became hyper-aware of everything in the room.  The light was dim yet it was bright enough to see.  The floor and walls were concrete and above her head were rusty supports with water dripping off them.  She could hear the soft dripping of water echo through the space while she waited.  She couldn't help but commend them for picking such an unlikely location for their tryst.

She was also aware of her body like she had never been aware of it before.  Her heart pumped wildly in her chest.  Her nipples were hard and trying to poke through the vinyl material.  Her breasts felt heavy as they hung down, unsupported.  Her knees ached on the hard surface of the floor and her pussy was flooded with anticipation of what was in store.

She wanted to jump up, to run around and get rid of her nervous energy, but Leica was not allowed to.  So she continued being obedient like a good girl should be and sat there quietly.

Finally, when she couldn't handle it anymore she heard a voice from behind her.  “Don’t you move, do you understand?”

Her mouth was dry so she swallowed before she said, “Yes.” Leica’s voice sounded small in the cavernous space.

Under the Covers: A Good End to the Day

Well after a few days of teasing you with information about my latest book, Teased & Pleased: An Erotic Anthology is released today!  You can find it on amazon exclusively, which means if you're a prime member, you can borrow it for free.  If you enjoy this story, you'll love the second part found only in the book.  There are five stories all together, and if you want to find out more about them, check the My Ebooks tab for more information about this and my other books.  And without further ado... 

A Good End to the Day

I imagine you coming home tonight, surprised how all your snow chores are done. You walk into the house and it's warm, there's a light in the kitchen, and you enter, curious about what you'll find. As you make it to the doorway I turn around and smile. I've been hard at work at the stove, cooking dinner for us. You can tell that a soup is bubbling away, perfect for this cold winter night.

As you step into the room, I lower the heat to a simmer and then walk over to you. We hug and kiss lightly before you drop your bags and books that are weighing you down. Unceremoniously, you plop yourself down in a chair and in a moment you feel my hands upon your shoulders. You moan softly as I help pull out some of the tension that you've been holding onto.

Playtime in the Park

Jenny decided she knew what her problem was.  She had too much faith in humanity.  She had no doubt that this was her tragic flaw.  If she had the ability to see where this was going to lead, she would have never started down this path.

Andy looked at Jenny with that mischievous grin of his.  “OK, you want a dare?”  Andy was looking her up and down as she inwardly cringed.  He suggested Truth or Dare and what started out innocent enough turned into something decidedly less innocent.  Jenny was convinced that two adults could easily play a game without resorting to such lows, but apparently she was wrong.  Andy proved that it was impossible.

Andy lifted up his finger and said, “OK, I've got it!  I dare you to put in your butt plug, your bullet vibe and make yourself come in the park across the street.”

Jenny looked out the window at the park.  It was 7:30 on a summer evening, so she knew it would be light, but at the same time, it also meant that there were going to be a bunch of people using the facilities.  “I don’t know…”

“What? Are you chicken?”  Andy said and started to make clucking noises.  Gosh, he really was a two year old sometimes!

“Fine.  I’ll do your dumb task.”  Jenny stood up, almost stamping her foot on the floor in determination.  She headed over to the bedroom and went to her little toy stash.  Andy was hot on her heels.

Punishment for Being Lazy

I look at you shaking my head.  "What a bad girl you are.  You didn't finish your to do list today.  There really is no excuse for that."

You look at me with your blue eyes and give me a sheepish smile.  "Please, let it go just this once."

I frown and say, "No, that would just set a bad precedence.  We wouldn't want that, would we?"

Reluctantly you agree and you become doe eyed, trying to soften me up.  "Well, at least be a bit gentle."

"We shall see." I say not committing to anything.  I sit down on the edge of the bed and you walk over.  "Get yourself ready."

Dreaming A Little Dream of You

I woke up today thinking about your pussy.  It was the first thing on my mind, probably because it was the last thing I thought of before I went to sleep.  I want to taste you, to tease you, and of course, to please you.

I wish I was there to take your body and transform it into something that is only sexual.  Thinking of you naked makes my cock so fucking hard, and inspires my imagination.  I want tune your body’s sexual response like a world class musician would tune his/her instrument.  I want to play you until wonderful music escapes from your body.

I think about you there in bed, peaceful and relaxed.  I imagine watching you sleep, breathing gently and not aware of the world around you.  I’m starting to prepare to tease you but doing so quietly so you do not wake up before I’m ready for you to do so.

I attach restraints to the four corners of the bed as quietly as I can.  It takes a lot of effort not to wake you, and I’m constantly checking that the noise and movement isn’t spoiling the surprise.

I expect to wake you immediately upon touching your right hand, but for some reason you do not wake up.  I quickly tie it down to the restraint and then move to the left hand.  As the restraint around your left wrist is locked down, you start to wake up, although you haven’t completely made it to the land of the living.