1. Dinner Distraction


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Male Domination, Male/Female, Spanking, Written by women, Author: BananaAnn, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    The pot was just boiling as I opened the box of noodles. I was a little behind, but I knew he’d be home any minute now. My eyes flitted to the digital display on the stove and I bit my lower lip as another minute slid past. I just needed to focus on making dinner. I needed another pan, the can opener, I would add… The door opened and he walked in. He propped his arm against the wall while he took his shoes off so I could only see the tan and brown of his uniform. I stood in my spot, waiting for him. He plopped down into a chair and sighed. His blue eyes met mine and I smiled at him while I got out a new spoon. He said, “So I see supper isn’t done.” I frowned at him, “No. Not yet.” He sat back in the chair and sighed. “How much longer?” “Probably ten or fifteen more minutes.” I glanced at him pointedly and continued, “Longer if I get interrupted with silly questions.” He watched me as I bent down to get out another pan. Aware of his eyes on me, I wiggled my ass for his viewing pleasure. I could feel his steady gaze on me as I set the pan on the counter. Behind me, he said, “You… are naughty.” I heard the chair scrape on the floor as he rose and stood behind me. Pinning me against the counter with his tall body, he gently ran his fingers over an ass cheek and up my back. His warm hands were large and sent a mix of sensations over my body. The tender contact soothed my nerves but his large hands always reminded of how male and powerful he was. I turned around and leaned against ...
    the counter to face him. “I’m really glad you’re home. I missed you.” He braced his arms around me on the counter and dipped his head down to plant his warm lips on my forehead. He lingered there for a moment then said, “I missed you, too.” I closed my eyes while he rested his head against my forehead and he wrapped his arms around me. He sighed into my hair and pulled away. “I’m going to change out of my work clothes. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I watched him leave. As he turned the corner of the kitchen, out of sight, I recalled supper. I had been so excited and frantic to make supper for him, but now he was home and I didn’t care about the food anymore. I switched off the kitchen appliances and followed him into the bedroom. He turned around, surprised, with only his top shirt button undone. I smiled, happy to see him again, and flirted with him, “I think supper can wait until I can properly help you out of these clothes.” I didn’t start with his shirt right away. First, I gripped his earlobe with my lips then ran gentle kisses up the side of his ear and back down. His arms slid around me and his hands splayed around my back as my head moved down to his neck. His neck was full and manly. His skin always held the slight scent of his musk. Pressing my mouth into his neck, I took in a deep breath and instinctively pressed against him, the heady scent pulling me closer him. I reached up and slowly undid the rest of his buttons, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest as I ...
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