1. Valentine's Card


    Date: 2/11/2015, Categories: True Story, Cuckold, Erotica, Female Domination, Humiliation, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: willingwimp, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    For I know, my only real satisfaction comes from your contentment and my only reason for existence, your happiness. I love helping you get dressed. I love that you let me play in your undies drawer. I love picking out some little soft and silky wisp of panty to slip on your body. I warm it with my breath, feel its silkiness on my face. I kneel at your feet. Your legs are crossed. I hold out your panties. You let me slip them over your feet, your legs come uncrossed, I slip them up your ankles, trying not to let you know that I am trying so hard to look between your legs as I work the panties up to your knees. You look at me and smirk. I beg you with my eyes. You put your hand on my head, and rise. My moment of exaltation. On my knees, my face inches from your nude, perfectly completely shaven mons veneris. My mouth waters. My eyes tear. I want to suckle but know now is not the time. Slowly I love to work your panties up your thighs, savoring every moment, every texture, your smell, the perfume, my mouth breathing on your mons, my breath like dew on your skin. I cover your most private, total nudity with the translucent wisp of panty as my fingers guide the panties up your hips. I release the panties, and allow my fingers to trace your perfect derriere, but not daring to squeeze. Still on my knees, drinking in the sight of your beauty now captured in panties, panties that reveal so much. Not a trace of hair, pure, pristine. I worship your feminine sanctum sanctorum, your ...
    total power and control over me. I am helpless in your spell. I love when you sit at your vanity. Sitting pretty in your panties, a negligee on your shoulders. I blow dry your hair. Brushing, teasing. Your eyes are closed, you are soaking in the hot air streaming through your scalp, sensual, every pore of your body, a pleasure center. I marvel at the blonde tresses, the silkiness, the perfection. Stolen glimpses of your perfect body, while I fluff the cascade of tresses. I love to apply your make up. To enhance your exquisite natural beauty and drive your lovers wild with desire. I start on your eyes. Applying liner to your closed lids, you show your complete trust in me. I brush, light blue to pick up the cruel blue of your eyes. I blend. When you open your eyes, they smoke. You look at yourself in the mirror. You nod. Approval. I beam with pride. You like to apply your own lipstick. I watch transfixed as you complete your toilet. I love when you spray perfume on your neck, another spray on your tummy. Next to you on my knees, I close my eyes, the better to absorb the heady aroma. I love to bring your garter belt and attach it around your waist. I bring your stockings. I love carefully rolling each stocking. I love kneeling at your feet, placing the rolled stocking at your toes, and slowly, slowly rolling the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up your thigh, where I secure them with a garter. I love and adore your bottom. If you would let me, I would have you stand that I ...
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