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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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.