Estrogensensual

He told me to remove any clothing that I didn’t want to get ruined, as he looked at me with that smirk that makes me wish I were big enough to take him.  But his eyes warned me that I had better comply if I hoped to minimize the collateral damage to all the prep work I had just put into getting ready for my biggest client meeting scheduled within the hour. Son of a bitch! I was so close and in no mood to get messy, but I could tell that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I normally work out of the house, so he rarely gets to see me dressed to impress, and he just happened to forget some paperwork he needed for the office, and the rest is history. He walked in, and when he saw me, I knew by the look in his eyes that I was in trouble. I tried to impress upon him that I was running late, but it was like he couldn’t even hear me. Blinded by hormones, he said, “You have one minute to remove anything you don’t want me to rip off.” I wasted twenty seconds trying to plead my case, but ...

I was talking gangs of shit of how I was going to fuck him senseless, waterboard, and break his ass while we were just hanging out on the couch watching our shows. I don’t even know what started it or got into me, but I definitely knew what I wanted in me. I was manhandling him, threatening him, and just being a nuisance in general while trying to get his goat, or should I say, just returning some of his brattiness for a change, until he finally had enough and reminded me who is in charge. Man, I’m good. When he walked me into the bedroom and ordered me nekkid, I asked coyly, “Where do you want me?” He grabbed me by my arms and put me at the side of the bed and told me to “Assume the position.” I played dumb until he put me where he wanted me. I was already a hot mess from all my dirty talk and the anticipation of retribution, and when he pushed my legs open, dropped down between my thighs, and spread me, it was like his tongue was churrasco dipping into my chimic...

Her pleading eyes told me that she would because she loves me, while begging me not to. My cock had taken over most of the thinking up until that moment as it sat pressed and throbbing against her pulsing Pandora’s Box while she recovered from her latest orgasm.  Seeing the way that she looked at me at that moment grounded me and reminded me to come back to the present, but I digress. It is funny when you think you know what someone wants and set off so convinced of that, instead of listening to what her body is telling you. That isn’t how I would describe my mindset when we started, and I covered her to warm her up with my body heat and enticing kisses. I do know that the necking isn’t the formalities but the real foreplay, but sometimes in our efforts to just get to the desired destination. We sometimes forget to stop and smell the roses, and that is when we lose out, because the roses are so fucking pretty and their bouquet so deliciously sweet. It isn’t any wonder, ...