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Ok so I know I have been scarce here lately due to real life and adulting... But it seems as if my Tumblr has up and died... little to zero activity???

Now I tumble for me, its my little secret dirty corner, but seeing that others actually enjoy what I enjoy always made me feel warm and fuzzy inside...

So this just happened: you know when you love the word “fuck”, is when your mobile device autocorrects “tuck"to “fuck”!!!

I have corrupted my technology!!! *cheshire cat smile*

Sooooooooooo Tumbling while waiting for my OBGYN… Not one of my best ideas…

Well at least the exam should go swimmingly well!!! *snorts*

I surprised you by dropping by your office, I’ve missed you so and work has been so wickedly busy… I just thought a smiling face and some TLC were in order.

Walking into your office in a trench coat and sporting 6 inch golden tinted creamy stilettos, exaggeratedly swaying my hips, I find you between meetings seated at your desk. My poor Wolf is already looking frazzled even though your Spock face had clearly shown up early. I needed to ease your mind even if it was for a few minutes. Walking to your desk, you have risen to greet me. I lean over,run my fingers over and easing the very slight furrows above your brow. Leaning in kissing you deeply, my tongue teasingly runs the seam of your lips, requesting permission for access. You scold me with words such as, “kitten there is no time for this,” however you needed my taste in your mouth as much as you needed air at the moment. Kissing me back like it was our last kiss, tongues dancing, breaths and moans intermingling…mmmmmmm. I’m the one that breaks contact and I walk back to the door, shut it and turn the lock. I’m facing the door trench coat covering me from neck to the top of my knees.

You start with a, “kitten I am due in the boardroom in a few minutes…” I reach up and unbutton my trench coat starting at the neck. Opening it and spreading it wide before I let it drop…

You suck in your breath, your kitten is in a wide collar, scalloped with a waterfall of delicate golden chains. A chain goes to both wrist cuffs and trails to my belly ring, where a belly chain rests on my waist, where every inch or so a chain connects from the belly chain to the collar. A purrrrrfectly pouty rosy peak teasingly peeks through the draping of chains.

A lacy white garter belt snuggly encircles my hips, the straps delineating my curves which are attached to golden nude stockings. After you take me all in, you noticed that I’ve attached a sturdier chain that connects the wrist cuffs together. I raise my arms and toss the chain over the coat hook on the back of your office door…

Spreading my legs wide, I wait… My offering is clear, use me, get lost in me, quiet your mind as you sink into my body. I am yours… I exist solely for your pleasure.

You are on me, I hear the rasp of your zipper, the rustle of clothing, your dress shoes kick my feet even wider apart, your lips and teeth on the creamy shoulder that protrudes between the chains. Without a warning you are balls deep inside me, I groan as you fill me and I get used to the exquisite invasion. Your large hands fill themselves with chains and purrrrfect perky tits. The friction and contrasts making me gasp, my pussy clenches tight and starts rhythmically milking you. Snuggly cinching and squeezing with honeyed walls, my body always ready, always needy for yours.

One large hand leaves one of the purrrrfect girls and starts caressing a creamy cheek as you start to pump inside me… I feel the stinging slap, then strong fingers massaging the sting away, your hips are thrusting into mine, your suit pants abrading my creamy skin.

More stinging slaps, your teeth sinking into my shoulder, my pussy weeps for everything you have to give me, my teeth worrying my lower lip trying not to cum, this was for you, just for your pleasure, I wasn’t going to seek my own but our bodies and our souls had other plans. My cunt comes alive around your thick self, the contractions starting in undulating waves, almost painfully kneading your gorgeous cock. My body begging the only way it knows how to be filled, to be flooded with your essence.

We are far from silent. Your secretary is probably scarred for life. Between the whimpers, growls, moans, the thrusting against the door with the clanging of chains, all this extra sensory overload building us both up so quickly, you fist my hair and pull my head back your nostrils actually flare when you spy the collar. This is the first time you’ve seen me don one for you, we’ve talked of it but it just had not happened until now. My presumption has indeed had an effect.

Hips furiously pounding into me, your lips claiming mine, tongues matching what our thighs are doing. Somehow amidst everything you have released your belt and have looped it, you gently swat my clit while you are fucking me, and possessing my mouth at the same time. Combined with the twisting flexing thrusts so deeply into my welcoming hungry body, massaging my sweet spots, a couple more taps onto my clit and I’m screaming into your mouth, my legs shaking as I cum. My pussy’s seismic bliss beckons you to follow and fill me full of your seed.

It takes you a couple of minutes to recover, me much more so, the chains and hook the only thing keeping me upright. Looking at your watch and sighing in resignation. You are late, not by much but still… late…

Stepping back you take in again the whole picture, I’m sweaty, limp, practically comatose from such an amazing bout of sex, my creamy cheeks reddened from your spankings and your essence trickling down my inner thigh… Fuck…. You have to adjust yourself because you are full, heavy and at half mast again…

Lifting me off the chain *purrrrrrrrrrring* I snuggle into you… Gently you lay me onto the couch and cover me with the trench coat. Oh so sweetly kissing my forehead you whisper, “There will be consequences for making me late kitten… ” You see my lips turn up slightly into my *secret smile*. Oh I know.

Straightening yourself and making sure you are presentable, you leave for your meeting, looking back at me in a sex coma on your couch, a wolfish grin splits your face… Inappropriate thoughts of maybe squeezing in some consequences between a later meeting as you lock the door behind you. Your mind is indeed clear and your demeanor is one of total relaxation, stress free and calm. I knew I was going to get a boon for knowing exactly what you needed, even when my Wolf did not.

Kittens quiet their Wolf’s mind as well….

Out on the town with my girls in the Bay Area… They simply raved over this new little hole in the wall dance place and how the band that was playing was simply “to die for”. I’m just a Midwestern small town girl visiting the big city, so I was game for anything.

The bar was a long shotgun bar that opened up to an outside patio area with another bar out there. It was themed old style speak easy that just oozed sex and danger… The actual bar itself was made up of deep, dark gleaming cherry wood that was so shiny you could almost see your reflection… (hey I’m a girl who appreciates good wood!) it had judges panel in front with carved images of couples in various sexual positions and the workmanship was amazing. I just wanted to run my hands all over the carved images, but I didn’t want to look like a freak. The back drop was mirrored panels but every so often there was a panel with a shadowy image of a lady in a state of undress waiting for her lover. Then of course the typical stacks of liquor strategically placed in front of the mirror to tempt our palates. I looked up at the ceiling and it had the old antique tin plates and the designs in them which also seemed to emit sex. Swaying swirls in the design appeared to imitate the curves of a woman… The concave and dips of her body that just beckoned hands and lips… I laughed at myself trying to shake myself out of this weird sexual vibe.

We were sitting in a high back leather booth, chatting animatedly as girls do. Something made my inner goddess perk up and all my senses come alive… I turned my head and I saw 6 feet plus of man, in a dark suit, nonchalantly leaning up against that bar with all the sexy judges panels behind him. Since I was sitting, my eyes hit his knee area first and then they traveled down to black patent leather dress shoes, back up, black slacks, uhm very well filled out black slacks… Hmmmm yes very well filled out. There I was, twirling a long auburn curl as I was checking out Mr Suit and tie. Ok! Forcing my eyes upward, white shirt, ooooh lovely tie! (Yeah I like ties, so multifunctional) black suit coat; unbuttoned, also filled out very nicely. My eyes moved up and were caught in a green eyed stare that seems to touch my soul. He also had a smirk on his face telling me he was very well aware of my intense inspection of him. Could the Earth just open up and swallow me now? He raised his drink to me and gave me a nod. I was blushing furiously, I mean seriously! I had just got caught checking out a mans crotch for Christ’s sake. I smiled awkwardly and shrugged to admit yeah bud you caught me as I turned back to the conversation. I tried to calm my ‘squealing like a little girl’ inner goddess who was screaming at me: “Pamela that’s him… He calls to us… That’s him!” I was excited and flushed so I picked up the laminated menu that is always on the table, fanned myself a bit and attempting to follow the conversation… I wasn’t out looking for a guy – I’m not the one nighter kind of girl. I can’t have sex without emotion and connecting. I thought to myself “I’m just visiting and can’t get into a bicoastal relationship.” This is what I told my inner Goddess: who I might add was pouting and throwing a temper tantrum.

Ok, I was laughing and enjoying the convo when the hairs on the back of my neck tingle; again, I feel that pull. I did that coy, over the shoulder nonchalant look and Mr Suit is gone. Well I felt a little crushed and relieved at the same time. I took in a deep calming breath while continuing the over the shoulder scan… BAM! Green eyes collide with mine. He had positioned himself where he could casually watch us, but if I were to look at him, it would be obvious… FUCK!

The band had been playing old cover songs and I needed to move, wiggle and get my mind off of Mr Suit! I groaned loudly as the next song started up: Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd. It was My most hated song. One that I’m forever cajoled into dancing with the girls to… I was hoping maybe AC/DC, Nine Inch Nails, or even Alice in Chains… Oh well… I Grabbed one of my girls, the rest always follow: It’s a girl thing. They were shocked but seem to recover quickly. And there we were: out there dancing our hearts out. Four gorgeous women getting lost in the music. The band then played Lowrider by War… Yes! We all love wiggling to that song and our excitement was obvious because yes, we did squeal… I’m ashamed to admit it!

They followed Lowrider with Mustang Sally. I must say, that is another one of our all time favorite dance songs! We did a daisy chain; hips bumping and grinding against the others, sashaying down each others’ bodies, hips rolling circles into the each other. I was doing one of those when suddenly I felt firm hands grab my hips, sculpted lips against my ear whispering, “dance with me beautiful”. It was not a question - it was a softly stated demand. It was Mr Suit, I knew, and before I could recover, I melted back against him… I couldn’t fight this. His body called to mine, and I’d never experienced anything like it. It was definitely lust at first sight. But did I believe in love at first sight? Was it possible?

Hips Circled as I turned to face him with his green eyes staring down and a sexy as hell grin he said, “Hi, gorgeous”. His Hand pulled my hips into him. I faltered a bit but recover and danced back a bit… He laughed. Oh. My. God. His laugh: deep and rich, sent shivers up my spine. We were taking in the other’s measure, while we danced. Damn he’s got mad skills. This man could ruin me, I was scared shitless and exhilarated at the same time. The girls were very curious because usually I would have politely disengaged myself by now, but dammit I simply couldn’t. Perfect the band plays Eric Clapton’s Wonderful Tonight. Jesus Fates? Are you trying to get me fucked tonight?

As if in answer to that, he whispered, “lets get out of here” he didn’t wait for an answer. Dragging me away, I turned and waved at three wide eyed jaw dropped girls, mouthing, “call you later”. He placed his hand on the small of my back ushering me quickly along– trying to keep up with his long legged stride on 6 inch heels was precarious at best. When he guided me into the darkened alley behind the bar, I balk. I had visions of I married an Ax Murderer running rampant through my mind… “Second thoughts, Princess?”

I stammered, “I don’t even know your name?” His response was to back me up against the wall, with one hand he held both of mine over my head, he laid his whole body on top of me, leaned in and captured my lips, he claimed my mouth, his free hand roamed down my body, slid under my dress and found me wet and wanting. He chuckled into my mouth, pulling back a bit he said, “your body doesn’t need to know my name, but just so we are crystal, you are going to learn everything you need to know about me tonight. The least important fact will be my fucking name.”; his mouth claimed mine again his fingers worked magic inside me, right when I was just about ready to explode onto his fingers he removed them and slipped them inside his mouth. “God I’ve been dying to taste you all night.” If he hadn’t been holding me up I would have crumpled into that alley at his feet. Even though he just had his fingers buried inside me, I found some backbone, gathered myself and say, “I’m not one of those kinds of girls.” In response he laughed, “Princess if you were, I’d already be balls deep inside you and you’d be cumming on my dick right about now, and there is nothing you would have done to stop me.” His mouth was back on mine. FUCK, he was right.

He had to forcefully push himself away from me, not looking at me, staring off down that dark alley, he held out his hand, “Come with me.” I slipped my hand into his. He led me silently to his car, well of course he’d have a sleek black Bugatti. Who parks one of the most expensive cars known to man down a dark alley? Looking sideways at him, well I wouldn’t fuck with him… Uhm well you know what I mean. He delivered me to the passenger seat he buckled me in. He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead that almost undid me more than when he conquered my mouth earlier.

He drove like there was a fire chasing us. He was precise, calculating, deep in thought, handling all that power like a race car driver. He placed his hand on my thigh, not moving it even though my body instinctively opened to his touch. He broke the silence with, “ We have something I can’t quite wrap my head around. It’s not simply lust, it is more. I need to explore it fully.” As if on cue we reached our destination.

He opened my door, reached in and unbuckled me. He stepped back and just held out his hand, patiently waiting for me to gather myself. I took his hand and let him pull me out of the car, right into strong arms that enveloped me, lips at my neck breathing me in. A hand travelled slowly down my ribs, the curve of my waist, slid over the small of my back, dipped down to cup my sweet ass and pulled me into him. His desire was obviously pressing against my belly, and just to make sure it didn’t escape me, he rubbed his rock hard cock against me.

He called to me. I raised a long leg and wrapped it around him to bring him closer, turned my face toward those lips, hands buried into his hair, pulled him to my eager lips, shamelessly grinding against him. I wasn’t sure we would make it inside. Growling into my mouth he picked me up and carried me inside, over the threshold, past the living room up the stairs where I was tossed on a king sized four poster with a command, “Stay!”

He turned away from me hands fisted, fighting for composure. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it aside, his tie follows the jacket. Slowly he turned while unbuttoning his shirt, the hunger that blasted from his eyes, melted me. Automatically reaching for the zipper of my skirt, he stopped unbuttoning half way, striding towards me, grabbed my hands, whispered, “I’ve wanted to unwrap you since the moment I saw you.”

He was on top of me: his weight feeling oh so good. One hand fisted in my hair, the other cupped my ass, pulled me close. His mouth ravaged mine, his tongue circled and stroked as his hips ground into me. I fought back grabbed his shirt, pulled it out of his pants, I wanted skin, I wanted to feel skin on skin. We were of like minds, he released my mouth, he straddled me, grabbed my shirt and pulled, pearl buttons flew across the wood floors, (is there anything more erotic than hearing your buttons rattle on wood floors?)

At this point I was bucking my hips, under him, reaching for his belt, panting, hazel eyes that had turned green dilated with lust, he grabbed my hands with one of his held them over my head, leaned in rested his forehead on mine, “I wanted to go slow, but I need to fuck you hard, fast and deep now… Slow later.” I was flipped over, removed what was left of my shirt in the process, unzipped my skirt shoved it down. I was looking over my shoulder, watching him rip off his shirt, shoved down his pants, and oh dear Goddess, his cock burst free. He was hard, heavy and the tip had a drop of clear precum. Licking my lips I watched him grip himself and pump several times. He ran a finger across his head and swiping up that drop and offers it to me.

I was mesmerized by that drop, greedily I lapped up his essence and sucked his fingers into the heat of my mouth. He left his fingers in my mouth as he covered me with his body, his other hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers found me wet and ready to be claimed. My spine was bowed, sweet ass questing up sinking his fingers deeper. I was sucking and moaning around his fingers in my mouth and rocking my hips on his fingers deep inside me. All too soon his fingers were gone, his wide head was placed at my dripping core, he had to work himself in. (It had been a while and he wasn’t an, uh, average guy)

Just his head was inside me, I was circling my hips and bumping back on him, getting accustomed to the breadth of him, relaxing and squeezing on him, wanted him deeper… Lips at my ear, “ready Princess?”, was all the warning He gave me. He thrusted himself inside me and held. Oh. My. God. The groan in my ear as he almost seated himself, the way he filled me to a point of almost pain, the way he waited just throbbing and flexing deep inside me, letting me get used to the impressive size of him, I saw stars, I was already so close to losing myself on his cock.

While he waited for a sign from me, he worked my neck with nibbles, licks and bites, when his teeth sunk into where neck meets shoulder, I needed him to move, I bit down on his fingers in my mouth, and thrusted my hips back grinding and circling against him, clenching and releasing with my slick walls, wordlessly demanding him to fucking move. He slipped his fingers out of my mouth, grabbed my chin and pulled me to his lips, he claimed my mouth again and whispered against my lips, “I’m going to make you mine.” I felt him grab my hips, fingers digging in to my flesh, he thrusted up even deeper, Oh my god there was more of him!

He had warned me earlier, he was going to fuck me hard, fast and deep. His fingers were digging into my hips as he buried himself inside me, again and again. He twisted his hips and his cock touched sweet spots I wasn’t even aware of. His balls were slapping my tender flesh and teasing my clit, oh my god, just a couple more of those twisting thrusts; I came apart, my pussy squeezed and rippled around him, causing him to grunt and growl as he felt me convulse and milk him with my pleasure. He had been waiting for that, he slid his hands between my legs and hooked his forearms under my thighs and pulled me onto every hard deep thrust he made. He is no longer controlled. He had completely gone primal and was fucking me like an animal. All I could do was fist my hands in the sheets, whimpering, gasping and screaming out incoherent bits…

He was relentless, pounding into me, we were both dripping with sweat, I had come for him countless times, he thrusted deep, pulled my thighs hard onto him and held still, leaning forward he asked, “do you have one more left for me Baby?” I could only whimper. He was pumping deep within me again, building me up again, I was losing myself again, but this time he lost himself to me.

Feeling him cum was amazing, thrusting up into me, grinding and flexing, expanding even more as he throbbingly filled me full of his pearly essence. I was kneading him with my silken walls, milking every last drop.

He stayed deeply imbedded inside me, pulled me down and spooned me. He then grabbed my chin, turned me towards him, smiled a sexy as fuck sated and well pleased man smile and said, “Hi, my name is ******. And what shall I call you?”

I smiled a well pleased smile myself and whispered, “Yours!” He was so right names are so insignificant…

Once Upon a Time There was a Girl aka Good Girls Love Good Innuendo © 2013 ✏

I timed it perfectly, I knew approximately how long your surgery was, from prep to closing. You should be coming through the door of the on-call room at any minute. I’m naked, on my knees on all fours, ass arched up high, facing the door, knees apart, head down resting on my forearms. My auburn curls are fanned out around my bowed head.

I was being a little risky, positioned, naked and exposed, there are other Dr’s about. I hear the door knob turn and the door open. The hiss of your indrawn breath is as loud as thunder in the small room. The click of the lock sends shivers through my body. Your approach is silent, I’m startled when I feel your magical hands palming my ass and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. *SLAP* Sexy as fuck fingers massaging the sting away. Your tone is perfectly normal as if you are giving one of your lectures, “This is naughty girl behavior, and naughty girls are not allowed to speak and to be precise naughty girls do not make a sound. Let me be crystal clear, naughty girls do not get to speak or cum until they are told.”

I bite my lip as your thumb and fingers slip teasingly into my cleft during your intense massage. You are digging those masculine fingers deep into the flesh of my ass cheeks, spreading me apart. When I felt your hair tickling my inner thighs as your tongue slips between my folds with one long slow stroke from clit to ass and back. The air left my lungs. You growl against my most sensitive place, “you taste like heaven.” Then you are gone. The air in the room chill my pouting folds.

I was about to voice my displeasure but caught myself. I turn my head to look for you and find you sitting behind your desk, you explain that you have some unfinished charting on your last case, that you’d be with me momentarily. Sitting in the middle of the desk was a box with a bow on it. The curiosity must have shown on my face, for you chuckle, “Yes it is for you, now head down and keep that sweet ass high.”

How long you made me stay like that I don’t have a clue, my body is on fire. One from holding this position and two from my desire for you. I keep my head down, back arched and ass high as my mind wanders.

I imagine your surgeon’s hands traveling my body, seeking out all my sweet spots that make me go crazy. My thoughts then turn to your mouth and that wicked tongue that has reduced me to a wild mass of achy need, begging you to fuck me. Oh and that turns my mind to your cock.

I adore every inch of your body, every part of you brings me pleasure, but your cock brings me to my knees. I’m always eager for that first thrust and usually thoroughly replete with multiple orgasms by that last pulsing emptying into my well fucked body, but true to form with a whispered, “do you have one more for me Baby?” I fall off the precipice again into an exhausted ecstasy. My mind is my own worst enemy, typically my undoing, my thoughts making me groan out loud. SHIT.

“Oh Sweetheart that will cost you…” That gets my attention, FUCK! Now I’m wondering in a good way or a bad way? Nonchalantly you continue, “I’m sure you won’t mind that I open your surprise, a nod will suffice.” I nod. “Good girl.” Could I get any wetter? Obviously I can as I feel my desire trickle down my inner thigh. “Head down, Princess.” Shit just got real… My inner goddess is doing backflips.

I hear you rustle through the tissue enclosing my gift, then silence. My body's reaction is to tilt my ass even higher, thighs spreading wider. You chuckle behind me, “needy, Princess?” I whisper, “yes”, SLAP. “You did not have permission to speak, you may nod only” I bite my lip as you caress my ass. You circle me I can only see your bare feet and muscular calves, so I assume you’re naked. Oh god.

“You may look up, kitten”, I raise my eyes and take you in. You are splendidly naked, incredibly aroused, the evidence of your arousal you have in hand, slowly stroking. Unconsciously I lick my lips, “Kitten, you are always so hungry for me, but naughty kittens do not always get what they desire.” I watch you stroke yourself, you watch me watch you. You walk to the desk cock in hand, hypnotically moving your hand up and down your length. Knowing I couldn’t resist watching you, wanting you, needing you.

You pick up what was nestled in the tissue paper and you are inspecting it with one hand, your other hand still teasingly and ever so slowing stroking your cock, rubbing your head spreading your essence. “I hope you appreciate my efforts on your gift, I had to devote my precious time to have this custom made for you, to my exact specifications.” More sternly to draw my attention from your cock, “KITTEN, what do you think of your gift? In a sense I will always be with you, with my permission of course.”

I focus on my gift that you have in your hand, it is a very familiar looking vibrator, it is an exact replica of your cock except for the added extra functions that you were now putting through the paces, the hum was whisper soft, as you inspected every speed and rhythm. I know my mouth was in a surprised “O”. Facing me are two perfect cocks, one very real, flesh and blood, full, heavy, the other a perfect twin with benefits. I’m a wee bit nervous.

You seem satisfied with my present, your eyes meet mine, you’re leaning nonchalantly against the desk, “whatever shall I do with such a naughty girl?” Oh I had several ideas, sadly I knew you didn’t want my opinion. A drop of precum that is hanging precariously off your gorgeous cock has caught my attention and instinctively I lick my lips, silently begging, my hazel eyes turning to liquid green, glazed over with need. Your voice is an octave deeper, harsher than usual, “come to me kitten, you may have a taste.”

With a very slow exaggerated crawl, ass up and twitchy, back dipping, mimicking a stalking feline, hunger blazing from my now green eyes. Finally I reach you and you have obviously enjoyed my show, your hand has been steadily increasing it’s speed as you stroke yourself, your jaw is rigid and you’ve developed a tick, you’ve worked up quite the tasty treat for me. Digging my nails into your thighs I crawl up you, ending with my nails digging into the flesh of your tight ass, massaging pulling you towards me. With your hand on your cock, you offer up your dripping shaft. Tongue slides from between parted ruby lips curled and catching the end of the clear string, I draw the string between my lips and let you have that visual for a minute. Seeing that string of your desire between my lips and your cock, makes your eyes widen and you let loose a groan, and a “Christ kitten”, you press forward. Eagerly I accept, licking, dipping into your slit and twirling my tongue around just the head of you. My fingers and nails digging into your ass massaging, spreading working toward your cleft teasingly. You fist your hand in my hair and growl, “no more teasing kitten, swallow me. Now!” Pulling me onto your cock, I let my lips tightly slide down every glorious inch of you never breaking eye contact, I swallow against your head massaging you with the back of my throat, sucking, moaning and swallowing for all I’m worth. Moving up and down your shaft exactly how you like, agonizingly slow at times, until you are bucking against me to take you faster.

Gritting through your teeth, “it’s time to see how much you like your present.” You pull me off your cock and tell me to bend over the desk, spread my legs and hold onto the edge. Immediately I comply eager for whatever you have planned for me. Your body covers mine, your lips are at my ear whispering, “are you wet kitten?” I gasp as your hand slowly travels down my body, you take your time, seeking my sensitive hollows, dimples, the secret places that you know make me chew my lip and hold my breath, finally sliding over my bum and in-between my cheeks. Fingers sliding up and down my drenched lips, spreading my desire along my cleft, teasingly avoiding where I want you to sink your fingers deep.

Your lips, teeth and tongue have been wreaking havoc on my neck and shoulder. Alternating between kisses, licks, love bites while your fingers are playing with me but never giving me what I want, never sinking deep inside. You growl “Christ kitten, how your body weeps for me. Soon. But first I’m going to feast on you.” I couldn’t stop my groan if I tried, *that will cost you, Baby,“ you chuckle against my spine while working your mouth down my body.

One of the many things that amaze me is the meticulous way in which you savor every inch of me. You know how to play me perfectly, you tease, you build me up, you keep me on edge, you make me beg and plead, that is if I’m allowed too. You wring every ounce of pleasure out of me, and tonight you were on a mission. Your lips and teeth travel slowly down my spine to the small of my back, placing open mouthed sucking kisses to the matching dimples there. Agonizingly slow, you continue your descent until you reach your goal.

My body has been preparing itself to be ravaged, my bones seem more pliable, my back arching instinctively offering up my sweet ass, my thighs widen even farther, my pink, tender folds are shimmering with my body's liquid lust, and time seems to stand still as you are not even an inch away from my slick swollen lips. Your every breath is like a feathery caress, your now idle hands are just resting on my thighs and are driving me insane. I have to bite my arm to keep silent, however I can’t stop my body from swaying toward the contact I desire.

The anticipation of touch is almost, almost as pleasurable as the touch itself. Your mouth open and hungry finds me and the breath leaves my lungs, as you lick with slow flat strokes against my most sensitive places, teeth gently scraping succulent folds, your hand slip between my thighs and expert fingers tease my clit as you devour me. Suddenly all I feel is air, and *SLAP*, “did you think I had forgotten, kitten? You can talk, I want to hear you.” *SLAP* Then you're back attacking my drenched folds, I do not disappoint you, I let out a guttural groan I had been holding for so long, I swear the desk shudders with the vibrato of it. My hips work against your mouth, wordlessly insisting on the release you methodically refuse to give me.

Through the haze of lust I hear the soft vibrating hum of my gift, your mouth is gone and I feel the vibrations pressed against my painfully aroused core, you rub the length of it against my folds coating it with my juices, teasingly spreading my nectar from north to south. You place the head of my gift against my clit as I squirm and proceed to tease me with your flesh, mimicking the same moves as you did with your gift as my body weeps in reaction and coats your cock well.

“Hold onto the desk Baby, ” you proceed to slowly insert my gift, switching to a different rhythm of slow waves that increase to powerful vibrating bursts. Oh dear god that is just pure heaven. I press my hips back against it and as I do I feel you have placed the head of your cock at my other orifice. Oh dear sweet Baby Jesus… I press on, you breach me, and growl, “oh my dear sweet Kitten, good girl.” I didn’t think it was possible but my body melts and turns even more pliant with those words, as you fill me like I’ve never been filled before. I was so close, that I have to ask, “may I please cum, Sir?” You respond with, “yes, kitten, come apart for me.”

The combination of everything had us both ready to explode, and as I lose myself body clenching around your gift, my ass gripping your cock pressing you up against that thin vibrating wall, feeling me spasm and shudder, hearing me scream your name in pure ecstasy, brings you with me into that sweet oblivion and when you cum you roar. Pulling my head back by my hair, your mouth covers mine as you empty your essence deeply into me.

Our orgasms were so powerful that neither of us can move or speak, the hum of my present brings us out of our endorphin induced bliss. Gingerly you slip from my body as you remove my present. You slap me on my well used ass and order me to get our shower ready. I practically skip like a little girl to the adjoining bathroom.

Leisurely we wash the other, passions flame anew you make slow sweet love to me under that hot stream of water. Many orgasms later, when we are both completely sated, gently drying me off, you state, “I still owe you a proper spanking when we get home kitten.” I smile my secret smile and whisper beneath my breath, “I’m counting on that Master.” Raising an eyebrow at my barely audible response, you order my sweet ass home.

As you wish…