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Wishing I'd have a princess like that though 😅

My favorite reader....

   Such a naughty little girl, you know who you are.  My favorite.  Well, to be honest, you’re one of them….one of my favorites.

   I can just see you, reading my words….those fantasies I write for your pleasure.  They make you so wet, don’t they, at the most inconvenient of times?  I see you there, with your house guests, friends, a Saturday get-together….are those your kids or theirs?  Is that your boyfriend, your husband, or your brother?  I cannot tell in this brief glimpse I have been afforded.  Ahhhh, but what I can see….in the words of George Takei: Oh, my!

   That party is so boring, isn’t it?  There you are again, discreetly looking at your phone, yet again reading my words.  Reading…and almost looking uncomfortable as you read them over and over.  You begin to fidget, squeezing your legs together…your breathing becomes rapid, your face flushed…not enough for anyone to notice, unless they look closely.  Not yet.

   Is that the bedroom or the bathroom you are off to….the bathroom, I see.  Is that your house, or a friend’s?  Well, no matter.  What matters is that ache between your legs, gnawing at you, is demanding your attention and it refuses to be ignored.

   There you are, hiking up your skirt and slipping off your panties….soaking wet, they are.  You’re lucky not to have a stain on the back of your skirt.  That pretty little pussy is just begging, aching for attention.  You reach over and lock the door, almost forgot…that would have been embarrassing.  Your pussy is dripping wet now, almost running down your legs.  You slip your fingers inside, you let out a moan, it feels so good to get some relief.  I see you slip your fingers in and out, stroking your clit as you fuck yourself with them.  Your hips move in time with your fingers, your legs getting weaker as the feeling grows stronger, your sweet juices dripping down your inner thighs.  Oh, how you need a man’s tongue to taste them right now, the desire so strong it hurts.  You grab one breast with the other hand and squeeze it, playing with the nipple, while you keep finger-fucking yourself with the other.  How I wish you were standing in front of me at this moment.  How you struggle to stifle your moans.  So. Fucking. Hot.

   You feel the heat building between your legs as your hips move faster and faster…you grab a towel and stuff it in your mouth to quiet your moans.  The heat spreads, your pussy, your hips tremble, your legs shake as it hits you…you cry out so loudly you wonder if the towel will be enough to hide it.  You  furiously slip your fingers in and out, hearing the wet sounds they make as you try to prolong your pleasure with your touch.  I see you brace yourself with one hand on the counter, knees buckling, barely able to stand for a moment that is a long, intense eternity.

  Finally, your hips stop trembling.  Your pussy feels so warm, alive, and anxious for more….but you have guests to attend to.  Your breathing slows and your legs stop trembling…it takes a few more moments for your pussy to calm down.  You take a wash cloth and wipe down your inner thighs, then dry them, and throw it and your panties into the hamper….ah, it is your house after all. Wash your hands and flush the toilet…good thinking if anyone is waiting outside.  You then go into your bedroom…a double bed, but only feminine belongings.  Pity that.  Well, I hope you have a boyfriend.  Such a tantalizing pussy as yours deserves a good fucking, or at least a good eating, on a regular basis.  Perhaps you can use my words to help get the fires burning if you have one.  Fresh panties, a quick look in the mirror…hair is in place, no wrinkles in the skirt.  Face is still flushed so you turn on the AC and stand in front to cool off…ah, there we go. A touch of pink to the skin, but not enough to notice.  You then rejoin your guests in the living room.  They have no idea whatsoever at how naughty you have been.

  Better still, they have no idea how naughty you intend to be after they leave, when you plan to read another story or bit of erotica, perhaps while you use one of your favorite toys.  You wonder if you should take the risk…use your phone to record yourself playing with your pussy, recording your moans of pleasure, wondering how hard it would make my cock to see it if you could just figure out where to send it…..

But don’t worry.  You see, somehow, though so far away I was given this brief glimpse…and my cock is very, very hard indeed.  

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Oh my, indeed. This man makes my princess parts tingle with his words. Don’t you agree?

Goals

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The struggle 😪

Paradise….

Even tho you probably don’t deserve that..

I greeted him at the door on 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.

He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.

I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle jingling as it fell to the floor.

He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to revisit my treasure.

His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.

He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.

He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.

The man who whispered in my ear of how i was “marriage material” moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.

To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.

1. Get consent. 2. Give warning. 3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots 4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force) 5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe. 6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.

All that and the fucker never even gave me a single orgasm.

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Total NSFW but so important. So cover your eyes, innocent ones!

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AWWW DAMN!!!..

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