1. Moment


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: BDSM, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: mayonakaryuu, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    I feel something inside my chest - it hits me like a tsunami wave. Rushing over me and wrecking my soul. It stops me in my tracks. My work is no longer relevant, falling to the back burner in my brain. Moments pass, suddenly I'm showered and leaving my home. My thoughts turned carnal and out of the blue you popped into my head. Like the whole world went to silence and I followed a pulsating red line to your door. I knock. You open the door; you look at me and smile. Somehow, you're not surprised, and that irritates the fuck out of me. But it's sexy, you know I like it. You let me in - No, I let myself in and close the door behind me. My heart is racing and its purely chemical - mental, physical. It's everything a tornado of mixed signals and emotions. I love it - it makes me hot and sweaty in all the positive ways. You take a few steps back and get a better look at me. What I'm wearing - what I'm not wearing. Heat radiates from of my body in a lavender scented haze. You always said you liked that smell. I like to think I'm aggressive submissive - bold enough to stir your dominance; passive in that fact that I am perfectly willing to submit to it. That's not easy to say, you know? I'm not the typical submissive - I don't crave dominance in the bedroom. I rule all aspects of my life. I've ruled aspects of my love life too. But something about your aura and my need; Tsk, when they come together. Which is what brings me here; Now. Hot and wanting. You beckon with a finger, my ...
    first steps are hesitant - like I want to ignore the Siren song promise pulling me forward. It's like an invisible leash that pulls me forward, even with my eyes closed I know where we're going. I'm barefoot, following a well walked path to your room. My arousal is painful now, every nerve ending singing. Nipples are brushing fabric, I hear moans. That strip of fabric is brushing my swollen clit. I'm leaking like a sieve. I'm suddenly moaning, every step stroking an erogenous zone. You haven't touched me yet. Do you know how frustrating that is? To know the moment you either choose to plunge into my waiting hole, I'll probably pass out. This excites me more. You sit on the edge of your bed, and I turned the doomed corner and saw you there. Perfectly relaxed in a T-Shirt and boxers. Already. Fully. Erect. I can smell the heat seeping through the opening of your boxers. A manly, musky; and mouth-watering aroma that has me thumbing at my lips. I have to swallow multiple times to fight the flood in my mouth. The one in my pants is visible. But you've always been amused by that. You draw your finger in an invisible line down my body. As if following a silent command, clothes come off - exposing goose-bumped skin in its wake. Why won't you touch me? My body is wound tight - I'm going to break. I'm going to break for your amusement. It would only be the beginning, though. &#034 Heh.&#034 You laughed. Because my knees are shaking, so are my hands. You point to the floor. That's fine, I ...
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