Adventure of an (emerging?) nympho
Things I have done…. recently…
Glenn was obviously nervous as he sat back on the chair. I wander over and gently rest my hand on his shoulder, grin, and lean in for a slow opening kiss. My other hand reaches down and slipped across his thigh and continued down to lift his pant leg. He reached out and grabbed my …
We had been teasing each other for weeks. The delightful banter was enticing and filled me with a desire to go further, find out if his tongue is as skilled in person as his words would lead me to believe. The Lion is out of town. This makes it easier. I reach out to the …
It started with a simple offer.... The Lion's girl friend had never had her pussy lasered... and well, I love a smooth kitty.... So, the day began to be planned. I invited her to come with me, I wanted to get a laser touch up, and we could make a girly day of it. Daddy …
By The Artist. A new friend, who I hope to see more of.... I dealt with that tingle... I waited for her in bed, stroking myself hard. She came in -- ignored my cock -- crawled over my cock -- over my chest -- shoved her pussy in my face. Letting go of myself, I …
He gently woke me up, reaching over to pull my hand towards him.
Every muscle aches. Every joint screams. Every hole is exhausted I have been well used.
He woke me up, I’d fallen asleep... waiting to start. It has been a long day. “Baby, did you forget Daddy was waiting for you?” “Sorry daddy” I murmur and follow him, to the dungeon. My mind blurry, as I struggle to make the stairs... I sit demurely, as I am supposed to, and try …
Getting ready is a ritual. Each piece of appareil is inspected for flaws and then put on. Purposefully, mindful. It reminds me of another ritual dressing. Where I change from busy, in control, executive, to Baby. As I dress, my excitement is increased. I have been looking forward to this all week. Simple pleasures. He …
His fingers gently slipped under my robe and brushed the back of my thigh. My breath caught in my throat, the feather light touch seemed to almost burn my skin. Then it was gone. “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I answer breathlessly “yes, daddy” His fingers continue their caresses. Softly, brushing past the …
It’s been too long. It seems to take much more work to get my head into the right space. So much stuff happening. So many distractions. Work. Pandemics. Family. Moving. Living in each other’s pockets day in, day out. Daddy is waiting for me. I need to clear my head. Be in this moment. Let …
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