TELL ME HOW YOU LIKE IT


Curled up in bed with Daisy to watch Loki and eating Spinach Paneer.

One can never have enough paneer. On the downside, it wasn’t spicy enough.

I wasn’t satisfied!

The merest whisper of lips brushing over my thigh invaded my reverie. I tried to ignore shivers of pleasure that ignited within me.

I took another bite of paneer, nearly choking when the velvet rasp of a tongue licked the folds of my pussy, followed by the sharp nip of teeth.

Unexpected surge of pain and then pleasure crashed over me. I couldn’t focus on the show nor the bowl of food before me.

“You are so wet, Mochi” the gravelly voice rumbled from between my thighs, “You are dripping all over my tongue”

Mason’s erotic words, his lips and tongue made it impossible for me to speak. “you don’t like what am I doing?” He purred over my clit.

“No..I mean.Yes” I whimpered. His tongue was toying with my clit. Slowly lapping. “I just didn’t like the spinach paneer.”

Mason’s tongue still. His head lifted and he fixed me with a stare of incredulous disbelief. “I am eating you out, and you are not enjoying it because you didn’t like the paneer?!”

I wanted to sink deeper into the bed, to avoid Mason’s eyes. It was mortifying. “It’s not that,” I stammered, “I think my taste has changed. I l thought it would be spicier..but it wasn’t even..”

Mason chuckled. “Spicy?”

I pouted. “It was too bland”

“Bland” Mason echoed.

My heart tripped. Oh no.

“We must have a problem then.” The silkiness of his voice did things to my insides. Goosebumps rose on my skin.

“Problem? No problem!” I hurried to assure him.

“My little Mochi,” he smirked, he raked his hungry gaze over me. Enjoying the sight of me, beneath him. The way I squirmed, to urge him to continue eating me out. “Look at you! The last thing you wanted was fucking paneer! What you wanted was my,” as he spoke, Mason’s fingers teased the opening of my pussy. I gasped. “Cock.”

A finger slid deep, withdrawing before another joined.

“I love how you tighten around my fingers” he groaned. “I’m going to take my time with you. Don’t worry I will take care of you” He lowered his head to nuzzle my pussy. “I’m going to satisfy your every craving.”

BEGGING FOR MY TONGUE


“Don’t you want me,Becky”

“No she wants me”

Over the throes of orgasms, moans, the clamour of women pleading for me to fuck them had gotten louder.

Women. Beautiful sexy. Either they were clingy. Dramatic, jealous or too petty.

Fortunately for me I was surrounded by them. Naked, their sensuous bodies writhing together like snakes begging for orgasms, poised to strike at the opportune time.

I took my time with the one under me. My tongue teasing her clit, flicking over it while my fingers plunged deep in her clenching hole.

“Oh please, Becky. Make me cum!”

– I awoke suddenly with Daisy sitting on my chest. Meowing.

SEXY? Hmm no


Little smut asmr

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMetAAJHr/

I was listening to this while at work! In the crew room! Trying to maintain a straight face! I tried not to laugh!

Maybe I’m jaded.

I was bored as f!

Voice was sexy! But nothing too special!

GASPING FOR AIR


Curled up on the couch with my laptop, and an Ice Capp.

Breaking my caffeine fast.

I tried writing again.

Became so frustrated.

Perhaps I dont want to torture myself by writing out my frustration. My needs. My wants.

Perhaps I want you to fuck the boredom out of me.

To hold me down, to make me beg for it,

to feel.

to cum all over your cock til I am a shaky hot mess.

and I am gasping for air 😍😍

IT WAS WITHOUT WARNING


A strange occurrence happened while I was in the middle of taking an order this morning.

I was multitasking. Brewing coffee.

Without warning, it was as if the nerve endings in my clit roared to life. I nearly dropped the filter basket!

As I steadied myself, my panties were becoming wet with my sudden arousal.

While I was trying to make sense of the humming of my clit, sudden images bombarded me.

I couldn’t see the man’s face. First his hands as he put them on my hips. Then I saw his lower body, his cock as I slid down. Filling me.

The image was fleeting.

But it had me wondering? What the actual fuck!

My mind was nowhere near the gutter!

I haven’t had “visions” like these in forever!

ALWAYS IN CONTROL


The night started out innocently enough. Keep his eyes closed. No talking. Just enjoy the moment.

The back rub Bex offered eased the tension in his muscles.

“That feels wonderful!” He sighed with a appreciative groan. Then a thought occurred to him. “Have you done with this with your other lovers?” He asked.

He couldn’t see her smile but heard it in her voice. “No. Now be quiet. Or I will stop!”

Mason clamped his mouth shut.

Her touch gentle but firm. Her lush curves pressing into him. She smelled of soap, roses and arousal. he could feel her breasts pushing into his back. For a moment he thought of nothing but rolling her under him and burying himself deep inside her.

“Turn over” she murmured.

Mason smiled “as you wish”

He was tempted to peek.

Her hair was coming loose from the bun atop of her head. Her robe was parting revealing large breasts tipped with shell pink nipples.

If he moved just right, he thought. His chin nudged her breasts. Opening the robe further. Her nipple grazed his lips. She gasped.

“No peeking!” She chided.

Mason chuckled. His eyes closed. “How could I resist with that sight in front of me!”

Bex grumbled, and pressed hard on his collar. Mason closed his eyes begrudgingly.

Moment’s passed. Bex’s firm touch on his shoulders and arms were now feather light caresses on his chest.

Her body shifted, he tried to stifle his groan when her breasts brushed over him.

He felt the heat of her breath on his skin, her mouth hovered over the ridge of his public bone.

The whisper of her lips taunting him. Oh the things he was going to do her, he thought grimly.

In response, his cock flexed. Her soft chuckle did things to his insides.

Beads of perspiration dotted along his forehead. How long was she going to torture him? To make him wait.

“You open your eyes and I will stop”

Mason curled his fingers into the bedsheets.

Her fingers were slick with warm oil, sliding up and down his cock.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Bex pumped his cock, flicking the tip with a finger. The unexpected pain coincided with pleasure.

“You will pay for that!” He panted. He reached for her. Slicing his fingers through the silky strands of her hair.

Bex protested weakly as her hair came undone. “Oh no”

Her petulant expression made him chuckle despite the hunger raging throughout his body. “Fix it later,” he told her “I want your mouth on my cock”

Bex pouted. “I am in control not you”

“Oh yes,”he agreed. “You are always in control.”

Bex regarded him with a pout. “Then stop topping from the bottom!”

Mason couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. He pulled her up against him.

“I need a moment” he wheezed. “Then we can start again”

ITS FOR OUR PLEASURE


Candle light flickered casting an amber glow across the stoned walls.

Had I not been led into a studio flat, I would have assumed I was in a scene taken from a page some gothic novel.

I almost laughed at that. A heroine about to be sacrificed to the pagans gods?

The bed was huge, taking up space across the wooden floor. It’s frame of ornate wood. As I got closer, the carvings were of couples in every possible position of sex.

The uneasy sensation unfurled in the pit of my stomach, even as my skin grew warm. Did he fuck his wife in those positions?

Unexpected surge of Jealousy seared through me as an image of Mase and her on the bed came to mind. My breathing hitched in my lungs, my nipples hardening painfully in arousal.

My eyes shifted somewhere else, I crossed my arms hoping to distract myself from the pulsing heat between my thighs.

The soft white fabric on the bed frilly, lacy spoke of elegance. Thick blankets and numerous pillows that were meant to be seductive as well as comfortable.

Yet it wasn’t the sheets that drew my eye.

The black vinyl corset and stockings laid in the centre of the bed next to matching silk panties. Blood roared in my ears and I suddenly felt light headed.

What was this? I wondered, was he trying to..

“How do you like it?” His voice came out of the dark. I whirled around to find him behind me.

He was regarding me with lazy amusement. Shadows hid him well for I had not seen him nor heard him approach.

I swallowed nervously. “I’m not sure why you brought me here” I admitted.

Mase brushed a tendril of hair from my cheek, his touch lingering.

His fingers traced my cheek, down my jaw and then slid under my hair to cradle the back of my neck.

I let out a startled squeak as he angled my head so I had no other choice but to look him fully in the eyes.

“Tonight will be just a taste of what is to come” his breath whispered over my trembling lip. “I’m going to strip all your foolish childish romantic ideas about men and relationships from your mind until it’s just me. You. Us”

I began to protest, wiggle to free myself “I am going to rid yourself of your uncertainty your doubts,” he went on, “until you realize you are everything a man desires. This man”

“You are mine! I’m done waiting for you to come to me. I’m done biding my time. I’m done with your foolishness and fantasies”

His words were scaring me. Mase’s mouth covered mine

The hard line of his lips gentled, his tongue stroking over my lips in a slow caress. Bading me to let him in.

I wanted the kiss to go on forever, to feel his mouth not just on mine. But my breasts between my thighs. Everywhere.

Slowly Mase pulled away. “Get on the bed”

My heart pounding, I glanced back at bed. At the corset. “Um I’m not wearing that” I cleared my throat to speak.

Mase’s eyes darkened with a predatory gleam. “Oh I assure you. That,” he gestured at the corset. “Is for your pleasure. Not just mine” he slowly backed me up onto the bed. “And this” he reached above my head, under the pillows to reveal handcuffs “are for later”

  • why are the dreams becoming kink. I’m not into that. Or am I 😱

KNOW MY PLACE


I dreamt I was in Wonderland/Silent Hill.

Every one of my favourite characters and villains were there. Being hunted by Alice (Batwoman)

I didn’t understand why everyone was so scared of her. True, she was crazy. But I didn’t find her all intimidating.

Until she had me cornered at Arkham. “I’m scary,” she breathed. “You should be afraid,” as she spoke, she began to claw at her face. Her nails ripping at her skin. “I’m no laughing matter” she began to laugh hysterically as blood dripped down her fingers on her white jacket.

She flung her flesh away.

Her face was a grotesque mask of Alice and her father Jacob Kane. I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. Jacob had gone mad after the death of Kate. Killed Alice. Couldn’t cope with what he had done and became Alice.

Suddenly the scene shifts and I am naked. Wearing a collar chained.

Straddled on the lap of a man I cannot see.

Hands are everywhere, but he is not the one touching me. Oiling my entire body, breasts, pussy ass. Mouths replace hands. Lips sucking my nipples, tongues licking my clit, tonguing my holes.

It feels so good, I’m so wet. I’m moaning, begging to cum. But a sharp tug on my chain warns me to know my place.

The women between my legs open me wide so he can see their tongues on my clit. His cock is huge, bigger than I ever had before.

He gestures for the women to move. I’m delirious now, trembling from orgasms. His cock thrusts deep. I am struggling with him, telling him to go slower. He is filling me, stretching me. His hands on my ass, spreads them.

Suddenly someone is at my back. I squeal as another thick cock pushes deep into my pussy.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “you’re so tight. ”

Slowly both began take turns. Taking deep long hard thrusts. Hands are on either side of me, holding onto the throne. I hear a groan. Hot jets of cum spray deep, and the man behind slowly withdraws.

I’m barely recovering before another man takes his place. After a few thrusts, im maneuvered about, the first man withdrawing. I whimper as the man behind me is now hunching over me. He has frozen in place.

He groans and I realize somebody else has joined us. Moaning in my ear, the man grips my hair as the man behind him fucks him hard.

The motion drives his cock deep into me.

Our oily slippery bodies were rocking the throne.

I wake up. Finding myself wet and out of breath😊😋

YOU MISSED YOUR CHANCE


How you gonna brag about cheating? When you’re not good in bed? Showing off your disability?

You couldn’t even get me wet enough in foreplay. Nor find my clit, and when you did find my clit you beat on it like it was the damn X button on your game controller!

  • ugh my nightmare: trying to cum but my lover couldn’t get me off. I woke up this morning very cranky, and unsatisfied!

I’M GOING TO BE THE ONLY ONE WHO TOUCHES YOU


I close my eyes as my lover pushes his cock deep inside me. He is just another cock to get me off. He is trying too hard, saying words that should turn a woman on, that would blister a virgin’s ears but sound like gnat buzzing in my ears. He is not even hitting the right spot!

“Shut up!” I hiss as I clamp a hand on his mouth. His eyes widen in surprise. He protests, but as I slide up and down on his cock, he moans.

Fucking idiot!

Another man’s face comes to mind. My breath catches as my pussy becomes wetter. My clit is throbbing. He is the one that I want. The one I know who can satisfy every need I have.

Then suddenly it’s over. I feel the man beneath become lax. I open my eyes to find him staring up at me, his flushed face. It took me a minute to realize he has cum already.

“Are you kidding me” I climbed off him. His cock shriveled like a tiny worm.

The man flushed. “That never happened before..” he stammered. He reaches to peel off his condom.

“How about you don’t!” I snapped. “Get out!”

The man scrambled to get his clothes, “you’re a bitch! A cold frigid bitch!”

“Thanks. Maybe you should work on your skill before you call someone frigid. I literally couldn’t feel your dick. What is it? 3 inches.” I replied

The man spewed a bunch of hateful words as I walked to the shower.

The hot water hitting my skin instantly relaxed me. I didn’t hear the bathroom door open, until the shower curtain pulled back.

I let out a startled shriek.

“I think you scarred the poor boy.” M murmured. My eyes widened as he slowly began to undress. His electric blue eyes raking over my wet body.

I was stunned. He heard me fucking.. the thought didn’t finish as M stepped into the stall.

“You were eavesdropping?”

He smirked at my accusation. “He was trying to show off. So he was being ridiculously loud” he trailed a finger over a breast. I shivered in delight.

“He put on quite a show” he breathed. “It made me a bit pissed off knowing you were letting that punk fuck you!”

The jealousy in his voice, made my heart flutter.

“I’m going to be the only one who touches you.” He pulled me close. “Fuck you, makes you cum”

-then I woke up! Hmm oh yes please!