( Big thank you to Kel for editing and cogent evidence reading material this for me. I wouldn't have had the courageousness to post this at all if it had not been for you )

Those full beautiful mouth and straight person jaw line are what I remember the most about that night. The slim knowing smile, pilus falling forward covering my sentiment of the eternal rest of her face. She hovered over me naked. Small but firm. Perky breasts exposed, milklike flannel and aphrodisiacal with piercings. My mouth watered thinking about cupping my sass over them. Danica was sexy, she knew what she was doing and how to drive a man ( or charwoman ) insane with longing. I wanted to touch her to flip us over and let my way with her. To fight my facial expression between her thigh and make her cry out my epithet in pleasure. The creaking of the leather straps holding my custody over my head reminded me that there was nix I could do but contend against their hold.

Danica’s lips trailed around my neck and nipped painfully on my neckband osseous tissue, forcing another oink from me. I could tell she was getting an almost sadistic atonement off my reactions to what she was doing to me. She knew how much I wanted to disturb her. I had been doing it non-stop since the day we met. A little jot here on the shoulder, A footling lean while in line at a flick or store. Yes Danica knew I wanted nothing more than to bump off the leather slavery, and touch her. To naturalise a pocket-size role of an untamable woman.

She stopped biting me and leaned back on her knees straddling me around the waist. I could sense the heat from her crotch on my stomach now, forcing my impertinence to a blue nuance of red. Danica could tell and it seemed to excite her. Her promising green eyes stated unflinchingly in to mine, daring me to look away. She then began grinding her hip joint into my tum, pressing her heat into me.

I whimpered, embarrassed at her staring at me that way, and not being able to enshroud it up. I wanted to distract her with my own skin senses. I wasn’t used to being a hind end. In fact there was only one early girl that I had let touch me like this and it had been geezerhood since then. I turned my head away losing the staring contest. Again. I could not look away long though, she was after all a very beautiful woman. A very naked, beautiful char. On top of me. My eye raked her picket cutis the way I wished my deal could, Starting with that humble waist and moving up to her breasts. Then back down to her pelvis. I pulled at my Julian Bond again, causing them to dig further into my wrists.

Danica could sense my discomfort and leaned in seductively. Graceful, grave, and as a wild as a panther. My heart pounded so backbreaking, I was slightly worried about it breaking away from my pectus all together. Her hands slid up my chest and along my arms bringing her naked body boot with mine. She whispered into my ear heavy and deep.

“ Relax ”

This did not hold me loosen up, especially because as she spoke the words her right script slid itself right back down my chest to my stomach. Sneaking between my wooden leg, centre fingerbreadth expertly finding my clit and rubbing into it. I gasped against her cervix trying desperately to hold my breathing. I sounded out of control and the embarrassment of it was making this worse. This wasn’t how it was supposed to turn out. well-nigh of the little girl I had been with, I had been the more experienced one, I found pleasure making them feel pleasure, and I usually took ascendancy even If I was on my backbone. The alone clock time I found myself staring at the ceiling would be because I put myself in a position to be there. Danica was killing me. She made me feel like I had never been touched before. I felt the proof in my view. A trail of jackass bumps erupted from my neck to my renal pelvis. Awakened from the feel of her finger tips.

“ … Relax ”

She whispered into my ear again, haircloth ticking against my face and neck. Her hot breath making me frisson and moan slightly. I tried to do what she said, working the individual muscles in my back and stage. Trying desperately to get control of my own out of dominance body.



Her fingers slipped inside me briefly and easily. I was fuddled due to miss of use but extremely wet because of who was touching me. I had been chasing this fantasy for calendar month, watching her hit on everyone in the bar but me. Seeing her sit on early guys laps and get out with fair sex. Almost intentionally leaving me out to tease me. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I moaned again into her neck opening, trying not to seize with teeth into her as she flexed her fingers back towards herself. Pressing into my g-spot



“ I said.. relax ”

Her work force forced my pegleg apart, then she did what I could only describe as attacking my clit. She started to violently rub it quickly, jerking me back and Forth. If I hadn’t been so lubericate, it probably would hold hurt. It didn’t it, felt so good. My back arched and I let out a shriek of pleasure. She pinned her discharge script over my sass, cutting off the audio efficiently. Securing the fact that we wouldn’t wake up the grumpy old yoke living future door. I moaned again into her slick manus, smelling myself on her fingerbreadth. Turning my already muzzy brain into jelly.

Why wouldn’t she let me touch her ? I wanted to tinct her so bad. my wrists felt like they would start to bleed, as I struggled against the leather bounds.

Her fingers slipped inside me again changing up the function and throwing me off. It was hard for me to secern how many fingers there had been before but this clip it was at to the lowest degree three. I grunted in pain and pleasure simultaneously. She didn’t give me a endorsement to breath before she started to thrust herself in and out of me. I was dazed and struggling so much that I hadn’t noticed her pressing her thorax into mine. She leaned into me again sticky with sweat, and early liquids.

Her teeth bit down hard on my neck opening, I cried out again yelling her public figure as if crying out to a god for mercey.

It wasn’t a surprise when I came into her hand, shaking and spasming,

“ please Danica.. I cant.. no more.. ”

I was breathing hard, my visual sensation going in and out, drained from her touch. I thought she would let up. She gave only small break. Just long enough for her to hold her dripping fingers in front line of my lips.

“ tasting it ” she cooed.

I did what I was told to do.

It was gratifying but slightly acid, and It sent little shocks down my gut. Danica leaned in and pressed her brim to mine tasting me there. she moaned. I could feel her lips vibrate against my own.

“ Dan..ica.. ”



She shushed me and pushed herself off me. Then the bed as well. My eyes trailed after her ass as she gracefully swayed to the doorway, her hair trailing down her back. The tips teasing her ass and me. I wanted to grab it and jerk her back onto the bed. I wanted to get my revenge for the teasing she had done.

“ where are you going ? ” I Demanded

Danica paused at the door her digit on the lightness substitution. she looked over her shoulder at me, giving me that half seductive, half grave grinning. Then she left me tied there as she sauntered out the door.