We All Have Our Favourites

We all have our favourite toys and this is one of mine. I don't have small hands and that is the best grip i can get on it. The feeling of fullness it gives is such a wonderful sensation and I always feel a little proud when I know I have taken it all.

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50 Shades of Positivity

Unless you have been living under a rock for the last couple of months you will have no doubt heard about the 50 Shades trilogy and as seems to be the pattern, you will have heard one of two things. Either, you will have had women gushing about how they couldn’t put the books down and they have told all their friends and they are now all at different stages through the books etc or you will have heard the opposite camp telling you they are sick of hearing about these bloody books, that are badly written, badly edited and completely unrealistic.

So where do I sit when it comes to the 50 Shades divide? As much as I agree with many of the points made by the anti 50 shades brigade I can’t fully get on board, because I can see too many positive possibilities coming from these books and here are just a few of them.

The writing style of this book is not fantastic but by bringing erotica to the mainstream instead of it being a tiny section hidden away on high shelves in bookshops, it will give better opportunities for some of the fantastic writers of erotica. People are finishing the 50 Shades Trilogy and wondering what else there is out there that isn’t some trashy book that has no story line and is just about the graphic details of the sex the characters are having. On Twitter alone I can think of plenty of writers whose capabilities, given the opportunity, will completely outshine E.L.James.

Early on in the trilogy we are introduced to the world of Dom/sub relationships. OK it probably isn’t done as most people in the Dom/sub community would like, I have heard the grumbles about the amount of alcohol consumed etc. However for a lot of the people reading this book I think they have found themselves discovering an interest in an area they didn’t know existed and for those that perhaps already felt drawn to the idea, it may well help them gain the confidence to voice their interest. There are many people in the world that would view these kinds of relationships as taboo but 50 Shades has made it more acceptable. Surely anything that allows people to learn about their sexual desires can’t be all bad can it?

Still slightly on the theme above, I have experienced personally, that women are finding a new sexual freedom having read these books. Women who didn’t like to talk about sex are suddenly opening up, talking about bits mentioned in the books that they would like to try or ideas that have developed from reading the books. More sex for everyone? I don’t think anyone will be complaining about that.

At this point I really could go on and on but I won’t I’ll just say something about the claims that this book is unrealistic, yeah it is unrealistic. A pretty, 21 year old virgin, lacking in confidence falls under the spell of a handsome millionaire battling demons from his past and finding release in his red room of pain. Can’t say it’s ever happened to anyone I know but then again I also don’t know anyone who owns a mansion and ended up shagging the gardener in his cabin, nor for that matter have I ever known anyone who has fallen in love with a vampire and had his baby. There is a reason for this, its fiction! We read books to escape into a world unlike our own where things happen, that we may not ever imagine.

This post is to coincide with #ThoughtfulThursday 

Day and Night

Here's my addition for #sinfulsunday see who else is taking part.

Evolving

We are growing and exploring together, there is no one I would rather be on this journey with.

His Strength excites every inch of my being.

 
And as ever his tenderness touches my heart.

 

This post is my first for Sinful Sunday.

 

Are You Proud of Your Pussy?

Had I been attempting to write this a year or so ago, I think the answer would have been quite straight forward, I would have said no. I would have compared my pussy to a typical image, a beautiful slim and sexy woman with a neat little snatch and thought “no mine is nothing like that”

Thankfully, now I am past comparing myself to others not just in body but it appears in pussy too.

No I don’t have a neat little pussy that looks like it’s never been touched I have the pussy of a real woman, a woman that has produced three beautiful children ( something for my pussy to be proud of in itself). The pussy of a woman that has lived and fucked and damn well enjoyed herself. I have a pussy that has given more pleasure than I can count to both me and my husband.

So does it matter that my inner lips don’t sit neatly hidden inside (something some would consider having surgically change if it was them)? No because just like the stretch marks that grace my stomach and the extra padding my hips have acquired over time, my pussy is part of me. A real woman, living a real life and giving real pleasure.

If you’d like to join in Molly’s @Mollysdailykiss pussy pride project you can read more here.

This post was originally on another blog I no longer use, I decided to move it here rather than it be lost.

Reclaimed

I stood there in my short skirt, vest and heels and waited for my inspection to begin. He rose from the chair in front of me scanning my frame. I could still feel his eyes burning into my skin as me moved behind me to check the view from behind. Accustomed to how this works now I leant forward as his hand began to press at my back, my hands found the chair as I steadied myself as his inspection continued. My nails gripped slowly into the soft velour of the chair as his hand slid between my legs, he flicked his finger over my clit and plunged a finger into my already wet pussy. My knees wobbled before I could control myself, as I heard a satisfied sigh rise from him. He had been teasing me and building me up for this evening all week and now he could see it had worked, the anticipation of tonight’s events had my body in a frenzy. My synapses were firing like never before and we had let to leave the house.

His inspection complete, he helped me return to my standing position and lead me to the front door. Opening the car door for me he watched me try to seat myself with some dignity, I watched the smirk spread across my face as my cheeks flushed. I knew I was exposing myself doing this simplest of things, my skirt was too short to hide anything. He took his seat next to me and reversed out of the driveway into the darkness.

As we headed away from the city, there were less headlights blazing towards us, streetlights disappeared behind us and I knew we were reaching closer to our destination. Suddenly there were headlights ahead of us crossing our path as they turned into an invisible opening in the trees; I felt our car slow as we approached the same turning. I couldn’t hide the deep breath I took as nerves began to get the better of me, his hand slid across in the darkness to find mine. He gave it a tender squeeze, a reminder he was with me, that I was safe.

We had turned onto a narrow single track lane and as we reached the end the car lights hit three cars hiding in the darkness. He pulled round and parked the car facing opposite the three cars that were already there. He turned the engine off and hit the lights. I grabbed for his hand, the nerves getting the better of me as I waited for light to shine from opposite us. It was only a few seconds but it felt much longer as I listened to my pulse thumping through my head.

Then they were there, the lights I knew would come. They blazed in on us and with a final gentle squeeze of my hand I knew it was time to venture out on my own. I lifted myself from the car and presented myself to the front. The lights were blinding and I knew that although I couldn’t see anything, there were now fours sets of eyes upon me. I followed the instructions I had been given earlier and positioned myself against the bonnet of the car, raised what there was of my skirt and began to rub my swollen pussy.

It didn’t take long for me to relax into it; I closed my eyes to shut out the glaring light and lay back against the bonnet. My fingers slid away from wet hole to give my clit the attention it was craving, the break in my moans, was the first time I was reminded there were others there, when I heard the scrape of a foot against gravel. I rubbed hard at my clit; I could feel the heat rising from my toes as my orgasm built. Within seconds it was exploding from me, my back arched away from the hard surface of the car as I lost myself in its wave.

My breath calming, I turned my body away from my onlookers. My chest pressed firmly against the car I opened my eyes to meet his. He was still in the car; I saw his body tense slightly as I felt a pair of hands on my hips and my skirt being pushed up to expose my rear more clearly. Our eyes stayed locked as I felt a cock pressing at my opening and as I felt it being plunged into my depths. Holding onto my hips a rhythm was quickly increasing, consumed by the pleasure I took my gaze from him. I knew his gaze wouldn’t have strayed from me as I continued to be filled by this stranger behind me. I knew my moans would be filling his ears as the pleasure began to overwhelm me. Before I had the opportunity to embrace my own climax though, I felt the cock inside me twitch and with one final thrust he was spent and withdrew.

A quick glance towards the windscreen I could make out a smirk on his face. He knew how close I had been and was taking pleasure that I had been denied release. I was filled with rage at my misfortune and as I felt the next cock present itself at my hole I opened to it. I tilted my hips and pushed back while still meeting his eyes, this time with my own smile in place. I continued to push back against this new cock inside me, desperate to steal my own pleasure before this one too became spent. I saw his hand grasp at the steering wheel his jealously building at the obvious eagerness and enjoyment from me.

How frustrating it was to realise my enthusiasm for this new cock had not worked in my favour, again I felt the repeated twitch and withdrawal this time before I had really made any real reach for my own orgasm. I knew I had only one more chance to achieve this as again my lips were parted. This cock was bigger, much bigger and as I raised my head to see him sat behind the steering wheel I knew that he had planned this. My eyes never left his as my pussy stretched to take this new member between my swollen lips. I didn’t thrust back against it this time, the only movement from my body came from the force behind me. I lost myself to his voice in my head, his talk of when this day would arrive. I knew now he had meant every word as I felt the release I had been craving build within me. He watched me intently as my orgasm rolled over me and left me a spent, breathless mess upon the bonnet. The throbbing cock removed itself from my stretched hole and I felt the warm spatter of cum spread across my cheeks.

Still I didn’t move, I heard the shuffling of feet against gravel moving away from me, the opening of car doors and then there was darkness. I lifted my body from the car, my limbs trembling I carried myself back to my seat in the car. No sooner had my door shut than we were speeding away. The roads were empty and we were back in our driveway in what seemed like seconds. He turned off the car and came round to open my door. He took my hand and led me into the house, back to where my inspection had taken place at the beginning of the night. He bent me forward as he had earlier and examined my pussy again. I knew it would be showing signs of the fucking it had received and I knew it would still be wet. His fingers slid within me with ease and my nails drew once again against the fabric of the chair to support myself.

He moved me closer to the chair and put pressure at the top of my back for me to lean further forward until my head was rested against the seat of the chair and my bottom was high in the air. His hand landed quickly and firmly against my bottom, I tried to force my rear out more, welcoming his hand against my skin. He continued his assault on my flesh until his arms began to tire and he was sure he had left more than redness on my surface. I stayed in position and waited. His hands grasped at my marked skin as he plunged his length deep inside me. He forced into me deep and hard, his rhythm was relentless, grip in my flesh deepening as he reached closer to his climax.

I felt my own orgasm suddenly upon me, the tremble beneath him was what he had been waiting for, he thrust harder again as his seed exploded from him to deep within my depths. He rested his exhausted body against me and kissed my back. It was the first time he had kissed me that evening.

He helped me up from the chair and led me to the bedroom, we undressed each other slowly and tenderly, our bodies entwined around each other as we lay together, back in his arms where I belong. His arms, his kiss, his seed and his mark on my flesh he had reclaimed me.

#Utensil

she waits patiently
a willing utensil for
your every desire

Thought I'd try something different for this weeks #wankwednesday

Taste

Bound to the chair in front of him I suddenly wasn’t feeling so clever, the texts and tweets I’d been sending all week to tease him and tempt him, ready for tonight may have backfired. The instant rough and needy sex I had been expecting was nowhere to be seen. He was calm and in control, I on the other hand was naked, bound and far from calm.
Every time I tried to speak he silenced me, one strong finger against my lips and a clear look in his eyes I soon got the message. He circled me, examining me; I could feel my skin tingle as his eyes scanned across it before finally coming to stand in front of me.
Unlike me he was still fully clothed and now, stood so close, I could see his cock pressing again his jeans seeking release. My eyes flicked up to meet his, becoming aware of how long I had spent staring at crotch. He let out a low rumbling laugh and stepped closer still. His thick cock was just inches away, cloaked still in denim but so close. Surely he couldn’t torment me for much longer clearly he wanted this just as much as I did.
My pleading eyes returning to meet his, he slowly started to unbutton his jeans, with each one I knew I was getting closer to what I wanted and could feel my mouth begin to salivate in anticipation, until finally it was there, proud and thick. I leant forward, wanting it to fill my mouth but still I couldn’t reach it, every time I leant forward he took a step back. Searching his face for answers I slumped back in the chair accepting he would decide when I was allowed more.
He returned to where he had been standing and took a good firm grip of his cock. I had no choice but to watch on as he developed his rhythm and his tip began to glisten with precum. I didn’t know how much more I could take of this, I more than wanted his cock, I needed it now but my pleading was only increase the attention he was giving his cock. Pumping faster and faster I tried once more to lean forward, desperate for a taste of him. His hand went straight into my hair pulling my head back, I met his eyes and I knew he wasn’t going to give in. The look of acceptance on my face seemed to be what he had been waiting for as his warm cum exploding across by breasts.
Regaining himself and untangling his hand from my hair, he traced a finger through the cum he had deposited across my breasts. Greedily I engulfed his finger as he presented it at my lips, never again would I boast so readily that no man could resist a blowjob.

Written for #FuckMeFriday #Taste

Payment In Kind

She had noticed the unusual table the first time she had visited her Master, it was clear from its position that it was one of his favourite possessions in the room and on that first day she couldn’t really understand why, it was a strange object not particularly decorative and with dimensions she felt unfitting of a table.
Since that day she had become well accustomed to his special table and had herself, developed a growing fondness for it. Instead of unusual, she now found it the most welcoming object in the room and was happy to feel her body against it as often as her Master requested, as he had today.
She stood patiently in front of her Master as he applied the rope gauntlets to her wrists and ankles and feeling him tighten the last piece on her ankle she waited for the command.
“Head down girl”
She immediately turned to face the table and slowly lowered her body across its cold surface until her head and arms were hanging over one edge, while the edge closest rested against her pubic bone. She watched as her Master tied the remaining rope from her wrist restraints firmly to the table legs. She knew what came next and raised herself on her tiptoes to make it easier for him to lay the cushion beneath her stomach.
“Good girl” he purred as he ran his hand down her back and trailed it down her leg to continue with his bindings
The cushion was her favourite addition to the table, as well as the softness it provided in comparison to the table she knew how much more exposed she was once it was in place. She had no choice but to remain on the tips of her toes and knew that this made her pelvis tip. With her legs bound tightly to the table it was impossible for her cunt to be concealed at all.
Her head hanging over the table she tried to work out what her Master might be planning to do next but immediately she heard and felt the slap of leather against the delicate skin of her rear.
“No peeking now girl, I don’t want to have to waste my energy on spanking you. It is going to have a much better use today”
Reeling from the searing pain across her bottom, she absorbed his words as he turned the stereo in the corner on and left the room, closing the door behind him.
She couldn’t help but let her mind question what was coming next,
how long is he planning on keeping me here for? Why has he put music on? Is it to keep me company as he is going to be a while? Or is it to stop me hearing what is going on outside of this room?
The more her mind whirled round with ideas the more excited she could feel herself becoming. She trusted her Master completely so she knew that whatever was going on, perhaps despite appearances she was completely safe here with him.
She seemed to be waiting forever, her ears straining for clues from outside the room, could she hear voices? Or was her imagination playing tricks on her? No, she was sure she could hear voices and they were getting closer. Then, silence....
As she heard the door handle being turned she felt her body stiffen, she didn’t dare lift her head. Her bottom still felt warm from the last time she had tried to peek. She tried to listen to the footsteps over the music, she was sure there was now more than just her Master in the room. The footsteps stopped and so did the music.
She could hear her breath as the anticipation built rapidly,
“Well there it is” her Masters voice “I am sure you can now see how much your craftsmanship has been put to good use”
Craftsmanship? What was he talking about? And who too?! She fought against her every instinct not to lift her head as her mind raced.
“Yes, I must admit I was baffled when you gave the dimensions but now it makes perfect sense”
Who was that?!
She couldn’t help it she had to look, she turned her head in the direction of the stranger’s voice but her Masters reactions were quicker than hers and again her buttocks were left with the imprint of his control and she dropped her head.
She listened as the two men talked, trying to pull everything together.
“Perfect height”
“Ideal shape and length”
They’re talking about the table!
She was purely there to demonstrate its purpose. She calmed a little understanding the situation and feeling able to relax, she did her best to stay still and present the use of the table in the best light for her Master. She hoped if she did her best she would be rewarded once the stranger, or rather the carpenter had left. Focused on trying to remain still, she was only catching glimpses of the conversation.
“Yes it gets a lot of use”
“No it’s very sturdy”
“Would you like a demonstration?”
Wait! What?!
Focus instantly back in the room, she wondered if she had heard correctly.
What was about to be demonstrated? Had this man said yes?
She didn’t think she’d heard him say so and now silence had fallen on the room. She heard a footstep towards her and then he spoke, not to her but to her Master.
“Perhaps you would allow me to experience its use first hand?”
A chuckle rose from her Master “payment in kind for your handy work?”
Me?! I am payment?
The realisation hit home, she wasn’t just there for display she was to be used.
Her master stepped closer and placed his hand in the curve of her back, she began to feel a tingle as his hand travelled further and came to rest between her open lips. She knew she would be wet, the whole situation had heightened her arousal and now she knew she was to be fucked by a stranger, used by her master she knew her Masters fingers would be covered in her juices.
“Well she certainly seems to like the idea!” She could hear the amusement in is voice “Use her well, this a onetime only offer”
She heard the carpenter position himself behind her, as she sensed her Master move away to the corner of the room. After some fiddling about, with what she could only presume was his belt she heard the man’s zip being lower and felt the warm tip of his cock nudge against her lips. She tightened her grip around the table legs as he put the first hand on her hip and slid his length inside her. She couldn’t hold back the moan the seemed to rumble from within her, his cock was big she didn’t need to see it to know. She felt her lips stretch around its impressive girth, and embraced the new fullness she felt within. Placing his other hand on her other hip he pounded into her deeper and harder with every stroke.
The fullness combined with the build up had her close to the edge almost straight away; she tried desperately to hold it as he ploughed into her. There had been no direction from her Master as to whether she was allowed a release but she feared she may not be able to hold on much longer. The man’s grip on her hips tighten as he increased the force in his thrusts, she bit down on her lip trying to stop herself from letting go and giving in to her now desperate orgasm. She could tell by the grunts coming from the stranger inside her that he was nearly there himself, she just needed to hold on a bit longer but she was unsure if she could. She felt the heat rising from her toes she knew it was coming and she wouldn’t be able to hold it back but as the heat hit her core she felt him twitch and withdraw himself, hot strings of cum hitting her back she had done it, he was spent and she hadn’t disobeyed her masters training.
She lay there panting, listening to the man regain himself and fasten his clothes back to the way they were.
“Thank you, feel free to let me know if you need anything else making if that is the sort of payment I will receive”
She heard her Masters chuckle rising again “let me see you out”
Her Master led the man from the room and shut the door again; she listened as their voices faded away down the corridor wondering if they were discussing anything else she could be used as payment for.
Her Master having shown the carpenter out returned immediately and she hoped she had behaved as well as her Master would have expected of her.
“Well done my girl” he said clearly as he entered the room “He was very impressed with you which in turn reflects well on me, you have done me proud this afternoon”
She grinned to herself, her head still hanging down
“And you managed to hold off on that climax I know you were desperate for, so I think you deserve it now”

Take Me

I want you to fuck me, that’s I all want from you, it’s all I need. Don’t speak, or try to hold me and kiss me tenderly, just take me.
Grip my skin, as you take me deep, holding me in position as your fingers dig further into my flesh. Watch my fingers search for something to cling to as you steal the fuck from me.
Take me hard until the room spins, I forget my own name and the only sounds are guttural groans and the slap of skin as you force your way into me again and again.
I want to tremble beneath you long after my need has been satisfied as you continue your defilement of me, left simply as your fucktoy to drive into until you are spent.
And after you have reached your release, you’ll leave me as a tangled mess of skin and breath until my senses return and I ask you to take me again.

Good Girl

She was so confident I’d never do it, her swagger said it all. She thought she was in control but tonight that was going to change.
She was dressed perfectly; she knew everyone was watching as we left the restaurant to head for home. She strutted between the tables, her bottom wiggling with every step.
I helped her into the car and listened as she talked the whole journey home. As usual I couldn’t get a word in and chose to not even try, I would get my say soon enough.
She carried on telling me about things I couldn’t give a damn for as we entered the house. Closing the door behind us I followed her as she climbed the stairs and headed for the bedroom. I caught her wrist once she got there and pulled her to face me. For the first time tonight she fell silent. She didn’t resist as I pulled her towards the bed, a sly smile on her lips, she still had no idea what was in store.
I lowered myself to sit on the edge of the bed and guided her to the side of me. I saw the confusion and panic flash across her face as I pulled on the wrist I had been gripping tightly. With her heels on she had no choice but to topple forward, landing across my lap. For a moment she thought I was going to help her up but as one of my arms stretched across her back and the other began lifting her skirt the realisation hit her.
She began to wriggle and protest until my hand came down for the first time on the delicate flesh of her bottom. She let out a squeal and her skin reddened instantly but I wasn’t done yet. I bought my hand down again as she continued to protest, and then again, and again, and again. With each new contact she began to quieten and as my arm became tired she lay there still, no longer resisting my new found control.
I lifted my arm from across her back and stroked her hair “you’re my good girl now”

Smile

I know what you’ve wanted since the first day I visited your office. Although you thought you had hidden it well I could feel your eyes burning into my flesh every time my back was turned or you though I wasn’t looking. Had I teased you? Yes, my skirt had become shorter on days I was visiting you, my tops slightly tighter. I had held your gaze longer than was normal and I had given you that knowing smile each time, it was time for me to leave.
Today was no different really, apart from today I was going to leave you with more than just my usual smile. When our meeting was over you rose from your desk to show me out but as my eyes met yours, you seem to lose your words. Now you’re just stood there fumbling for words as I rise from my chair and walk toward you. You stop trying to speak and simply watch me as I get closer.
I raise my hand to your chest and with a handful of your shirt I pull you towards me and finally give you the kiss I know you’ve been wanting for so long. You hands grasp at my back and you pull me in tight, where I can feel your growing arousal. Our mouths locked together, tongues dancing to their own rhythm. My hand releases your shirt and begins to trail a path down your chest coming to rest on the now very evident bulge in your trousers.
I pull my mouth away from yours just enough to look into your eyes as I run my finger along the waistband of your trousers. Your deep intake of breath gives away your desire for me to go further. Opening your trousers, you can’t keep eye contact anymore and lean back against the wall behind you as I am presented with your twitching needy cock. With every gentle stoke from my fingers I can see your body tense and sway and as I drop to my knees, you plant a hand on the wall to steady yourself.
I run my tongue across the tip teasing you still, tiny circles with the tip of my tongue making your hips rock forward. Deciding I’ve teased you enough I place my soft, warm lips around your cock; drawing it in. Your head rolls back as the sensation deepens with each movement in and out of my mouth. Your hand finds my hair, as mine finds your balls and you grip increases as I continue. Intensity increasing, your hips begin to rock as you fuck my mouth, I know you're close as you twist my hair in your grip and I take you deeper into my mouth.
Finally a moan escapes your body as you shoot your seed into my mouth for me to swallow.
While you’re still breathless and using the wall for a support I rise and kiss you so you can taste your cum on me, as you start to kiss me back I pull away. I head for the door and leave you with that smile you’ve come to know so well.

Wait

He knew exactly what he was doing when he left his instructions, he knew the effect it would have when I read “today you will wear the long skirt I have left out for you, you may choose any top you wish but you must wear no underwear”
It was windy outside and the possibility of my skirt been blown up was very high. Surprisingly the idea excited me and I could feel a wetness beginning already. I would need to get myself under control a visible wet patch on my skirt would be a tricky one to explain at work.
I’d only just arrived at work when his next instruction arrived by text “while sat at your desk take a picture from under your skirt, I want proof you are doing as I have asked” The office was busy and people were rushing through as I popped my phone beneath my desk and under my skirt, there was every chance someone noticed what I was doing.
Photo taken and sent, I tried to focus on work and ignore the craving to put my fingers to my growing wetness, would anyone notice if I slipped to the toilets for a few minutes?
My phone beeped again and my stomached flipped as I read his message. “You must not touch yourself, I know you’ll be wanting to by now but you must wait” How had he know what I was thinking, how had he learnt to read me so well?
He left me then to wait, hours past and I heard nothing. I knew trying to contact him would be pointless, I must wait. The anticipation of what may be next was only heightening my desire for more.
It was nearly home time before my phone beeped again “take your phone and go to the toilets, once there you may touch yourself but only for a second. Just long enough for you to cover your fingers in your juices. Take a picture of your wet fingers, send it to me then return to your desk”
Once my fingers were there it took all my strength not to continue but I knew I was too far down today’s path to spoil it now. Picture sent I returned to my desk as instructed and watched every minute of the last hour at work drag by.
Finally home time arrived and I raced home knowing he would be there waiting for me. I charged through the door and found him standing expectantly. He moved towards me and taking my arm lead me to a chair. He placed my hands atop the back of the chair walked behind me and raised my skirt.
A cry escaped me as his fingers brushed my desperate clit and dipped inside the well of desire I had been nurturing all day. He was obviously impressed that his plan for today had worked so well and I heard his zip come down rapidly.
With his first thrust inside me I knew I would be coming with within moments. The build up of today made that inevitable and my hands began to grip tighter to the chair as the ripples of my pleasure increased as he forced himself deeper inside me. I couldn’t wait any longer I needed the release and I knew he was close to his own too. The wait was finally over and his grip on my hips increased as he reached his climax just as I reached my own shuddering orgasm.
A while later when we had both recovered, I noticed a message on my phone “a shorter skirt tomorrow!”

Gush

I am waiting for your instructions, knowing I mustn’t touch until you have told me I may. I can feel my breathing increasing as your eyes scan my body, as your eyes reach mine you give your command.
My fingers rush past my hardened nipples to my desperate clit and down into the depths of my wetness. The anticipation of this moment makes my touch send me almost over the edge instantly but I know I mustn’t come yet I must wait for your permission.
But you aren’t saying anything only watching my fingers as they fill me. I can tell from the look in your eye you aren’t going to let me come yet, you have something else in mind.
You replace my hand with yours and force three fingers deep into me, I know I am on the edge already and must focus not to lose control yet. I can see the knowing smile on your face as you insert a fourth finger, your determined to stretch me and I know you won’t stop at four. I know I can take it and you know what will happen when I do.
I can feel my wetness increasing and know that I am ready as you force the rest inside me. The stretching of my lips and the fullness inside makes my desperation for release intensify. You know I can’t hold on any longer, I hear “come” just as you twist your hand inside me.
The room spins, sounds are muffles as my breath escapes me and I feel the gush