I lay there beside you, running my fingertips down my torso as I listen to your habitue breaths. The rise and fall of your chest excites me. I trace the indentation at my belly button, stifling a laugh as I remember your cum pooling there the night before we left for the resort.

Oh, the look on your font as you undressed me tonight, slipping my coverup off my shoulder as I straddled you on the sofa in this outrageous seaside suit, the windows open, the sound of distant revelers, the moving ridge. I untied the neck shoulder strap, letting the framework downfall as you pulled me into you, your unshaved Chin and cheeks nuzzled between my breasts.

You kissed me… nobleman, how I love your gentle but insistent kisses on my skin. I held your head in my manus, resting my elbow on your shoulders as you kissed between them, then one, then the other.

Your custody were not idle, you easily found the loosening end of my top's back strap. A assuage tug and I was yours.

It's always like that with you, a piddling force and I yield, a footling pushing and I go over. I could never deny you anything. I calculated the cost and paid it willingly ; you are mine, paid for with zippo less than all of me. It has been a bargain and my only fearfulness is that you will strike you'd gotten lupus erythematosus than you've given in it.

Your sassing moved to my left knocker as your hands slid down my dorsum. potent finger's breadth on strong work force, able of great violence but gentle there and then. You engulfed my areola and teased my nipple with your tongue. Your hired hand were firmly kneading my lower back ; possessively letting my soft skin movement along your finger's breadth and palms.

Possessive… You continuously claim me, taking my body as your own, dressing me in the things that please you and answer you and I do the Same, marking you with me. Every in of fabric that covers your body chosen and cared for by me. No one looking at you or catching a odor of you would intend former than"he is Emily's."And, when we are alone together, you do not hesitate, do not ask for permission, do not need to do so, for I am yours, a contented and happy slave to my love and need.

You slid your hands down my hips, easily finding the loosing ends that held the butt above my pelvis. In a moment, all that I was wearing was loosely laying on me. I felt your motivation, the importunity expressed through apparent movement and tension rather than run-in. There was a discord between the soft geometrical regularity of the waves and you. You lifted me in your arms as you stood, and you turned to lay me down on the bed.

In that fluent movement, my two-piece top and fanny fell to the floor. Oh the delight !

Surprising you is one of my front-runner matter. That mo when I have done something unexpected, declaring my independency, amidst my blissful dependence, is always a minute of joy and I felt that then, when you observed my waxed mons and sex.

You had been hinting at that preference for some time, for me going hairless, but I had a strange fondness for my balmy chestnut tree curls, that last vestige of my life before you. It was a selfish thing, a picayune thing and not one you dwelt on, but I recognized that there was this thing you wanted that I was denying you and I could no longer reconcile that with my love for you.

Did it wound ? Yes, it was among the more painful experiences I have had but more painful to me was denying myself you that night. It was deep anyway and we had an early flight. You were satisfied with me kneeling before you, my bare chest jutting forward like the fore of ships in port wine, your penis sliding in and out of my mouth.

G-d, I love you ! You are the brain of our little syndicate, my guardian, my God Almighty, my friend, my lover, my married man, and your needs are my needs.

I knew your motivation, I knew it primarily from your textual matter, the tension in the note, the resolution and resolution in your decisions. You were in"must get things done, I have responsibilities"mode and I did not hesitate in my duty.

I did all that a married woman should do for a husband who has done everything he could for her so that he would not be distracted during our long weekend. I was wearing the pin-up Negroid top that ties in the binding that you love so much, my bare midriff above a long silk skirt. I greeted you with a kiss on your buttock, covertly silencing your phone as I took it and your bag to your office.

You looked exhausted as you sat down in your electric chair to go through the chain armour, carefully arranged on your mesa. I brought you your whiskey, two finger of thieving with just a drop of spring water, slightly warmed as it sat beside the kitchen range to breathe. I stood behind you, ridiculously"massaging"musculus I am powerless to proceed with my thin strength.

You reached up and describe my case down to yours, pushing your knife between my teeth as we kissed, signaling your specific need within the context of our human relationship's dance.

I deftly untied the whack behind my back and slipped my shirt over my heading. I came around the chair as you stood, and I knelt before you. Your custody on your pelvic arch, you allowed me to unbuckle and unbutton your linen drop-off. As I drew the zipper down, they fell to your feet in a surge. I kissed your thigh, twirling my tongue in the pilus as I hooked my index finger in the girdle of your acrobatic boxers and drew them down your muscular thighs.

Your manhood never ceases to get me. It is consummate. It is long and dense, and it does the most delightful thing. At that moment though, it was the embodiment of your need and the stress of my service as your wife. I took the promontory into my lips and licked the precum off the tip. Your groan excited me. It always does. It is the statement I need to live up to my yearning to be wholly yours.

As I took Thomas More and more of you in me, I could feel the tenseness rising in your thighs as I steadied myself with my mitt against them. You pushed in as I pulled you in and pulled out as I resisted you doing so. My sass were stretched around you, carefully shielding your tegument from my teeth. I could feel your urgency, the demand for release and I subordinated my desire to cod you, to draw out this consequence. Faster and faster you repel in and pulled out of my lips until you demanded"in you or on you ?"

I wanted you to cum on me, to palpate your cum splutter in my hair and spoil my makeup but I know that few matter relieve you more than me sucking in every drop of your pin-up, slightly dark seed so I kept at it. Your deal were in my hair as you pushed in one end time and, with a moan, released your cum in my mouth.

I am always surprised by the volume. Nearly every day, I drain your torso of its cum. Whatever meter of the month I am in, you cum in or on me and, yet, there is always so a great deal Thomas More ! I have a secret though : I feed you so much Ananas comosus because I love how it makes you taste, that slightly sweet, mostly glowering salt is delicious to me.

You came in me, and I swallowed every drop cloth, licking you clean as I felt the tenseness leave you. I fell back on my ankles as you sat heavily back in your chair.

"You are amazing"is all you said and nothing you could have said would accept been more satisfy to me.

I stood and retrieved my top. I began to put my top back on."No, delight leave it off"you said, to a greater extent of a dictation than a request. I smiled, well-chosen to strut around your lovely home as a part of your art collection.

While you pulled up your pants and became better arranged, I finished dinner party, making sure your steak and edible asparagus, salad, Malva sylvestris, and pecans were just as you liked them, arranging your place across from me so that you wanted for nothing. I called you to dinner and we engaged in the rule banter of family line life.

I am sure friends would be astonished to learn that I am content to be so completely yours. It doesn't at all trouble me. I love the attention you give me, and I love you for the lifetime that you have made for us. I am a kept woman, happily so, and eating topless across from you is no burden.

As I cleaned up, you fondled my breasts, teasing me, distracting me from my piece of work. I did not brush it away. I loved the feel of your hardening cock against my backrest as you gently massaged my nipples between your calloused forefingers and pollex. It was dangerous though for I knew what must follow, how you must slide your handwriting down between my panties and peel, to happen upon that I had waxed away my hair.

I needed to interpose, and I turned to face you, seeking to drop to my knees, but you stopped me."No, not like this. I want you on the bed."Again, a just demand of me so I let you lead me to our elbow room and sat down on the bed."Please let me deep throat you"I intoned. I saw that smile light up your face and knew I had won. I laid down on my back, sliding a pillow under my neck to give you just the decently angle. In a minute your cock was in my oral cavity. I relaxed my throat to turn over you full memory access, angling myself such that you could remove the long strokes you enjoy.

It never takes long when we do this and you were soon pistoning gently into me, your seven inch sliding comfortably into my throat, as you groaned in delectation. Your speed increased and, with it, your forcefulness. It is those hold up moments which are uncomfortable for me because you are not so soft, but they are soon over, and you pulled out of my oral cavity shooting your cum over me. Your first gear shots landed on my chick, but the majority landed on my torso and white meat, with a little of what remained, jacked out on my sass, chin, and cheeks.

I lay there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of your seed laid out on me. You stripped out of your apparel and laid there beside me, taking me in and breathing in the musky scent of our sex. You looked so sleepy and that made me well-chosen. I was satisfied to receive been capable to take you from your strain State to sleepiness with just such as we had done.

I am She and I have wizard force to heal you.

I made a mental picture of me there, in the despoiled condition you left me, and then I stood. I took one of your t-shirts from the flock of folded washing at the end of our bed and cleaned off your cum before going into the bathroom to do a more proper job. There, I slipped off my chick and slipped on my robe. When I returned, your even breaths told me you were asleep. I pulled the binding back and whispered that you should move over a bit. When you did so, I slipped them over you and turned off the light.

These late memory board are burned into my mind, just like every other memory, of every moment with you. They are as racy in detail and lucidity as livelihood experience and I feel and sentience now, precisely what I felt and sensed then. As you stand over me now, my body laid bare before you, the distant sounds of brace drinking and dancing to island sounds as a backdrop, I love your surprise. Your sassing broaden into a spacious grin as you behold my perfectly shaved pubic mound and stomach, my discrete slit bared for the first clock time to you.

"Wow !"you exclaim and, in that one tidings, carry to me G of words of adoration. You are not a man given to speaking mindlessly. Your words always have consequence, for you do not express yourself without intentionality and, in your exclaiming at my bareness, you affirm your lovemaking and wonderment. I could not love you more. To love you more would be to cease to be for I have given you all that I am. She is yours and wishes nothing more and, in this moment, She is entirely content.

You strip quickly, never pulling your middle away from your prize. Like one who has wrested a kingdom's gem away, you behold and lust after the treasure you now possess.

I stretch my branch far above my promontory, elongating my tiny figure, making She as big as I can be, as long as is possible in my 5'3"frame. All 110 British pound sterling of me is laid out before you. My body is galvanic ; I feel a burning need for you that emanates from my clit, and up into my belly. From there, pulses subspecies to my sinews. I have to move, or I should burn up up ! Moving, stretching my midget soundbox before you on the bed releases, in the smallest of ways, the building tension but I am a volcano, yearning for the induction which will cause an explosion.

You know my demand and be intimate every trigger, everything that makes me esurient. You know how very much I love it when you hold my wrists in your hired man above my fountainhead, how attention to the hyper-sensitive skin below my nipple excites me, how flipping me on my belly and pulling my hip up into a kneeling position turns me into a half-crazed slut for you. And you know how much just a few minutes of attention to my pussy will pass on me begging for every inch of you, yearning for you to strike me intemperate and fast.

It is this that my waxed pubic mons invites and you do not long delay.

Oh nobleman, do I love it when you take self-possession of me ! You grab my knees and get out them up to your shoulder as you push my physical structure up on the bed so that you can kneel on the bed, between my branch. You firmly carry me there, my knees against your ear as you push your face down and forward to nuzzle your chin against my perfectly quiet sex. Your tongue darts out, separating my folds.

I am dripping with that lovely compounding of your saliva and my cum. You seem to savor the taste, showing that gusto that urges me on. Each secondly bringing me closer to the first seismic event. Oh, and when it comes, you feel it, you feel my thighs and abdomen tense up. I moan out loud, heedless of whether someone walking on the beach or going to their room will pick up me. Unconscious of any proprieties, a Lady, utterly subjugated to her master.

You continue, unsated with that minuscule expression of desire that has passed to quickly through me. You tighten your control of my legs as you drive your tongue into my hole and drag in up to my clitoris. Reaching it, you pull sharply back and swirl your spit around me. The secondly seism is upon me ; it flows up from my sex and through my torso. My shoulder tense and my weapons system involuntarily spasm as I cum."Oh, my G-d ! I need you, now, please"but you are not done with me and I am yours. My indigence can only grow and you are enjoying this far too much to gratify my motivation too quickly.

You flatten out your tongue, running it from hairless perinium to clit. You do so slowly, controlling my thrashing with your firm grip of my thigh. You seem to enjoy in my helpless spasming from your ministration as my climax builds and physical body. It is time.

You release me for a moment, dropping my pelvis to the soft bed as you reposition yourself to necessitate me. You slide your cock along my dripping slit as you slide your hired man up my torso, along the sides of my tit and up my blazon. You are insistent, pulling my sleeve up above my head until you can hold my thin wrist in just one of your large men. With the former, you guide yourself into me.

Oh, your ingress ! It is triumphant, unapologetic, a conqueror seizing a vanquished metropolis, She's gate battered down on our wedding night, my gate house standing in impotent attestator to this latest intrusion. I cum, loudly, fully, excitedly. There is no dubiety that anyone within a thousand yards of us has heard me squall out your name.

You are kissing me, hungrily. I'm accustomed to tasting me on you and accept your lingua, taste and smell, greedily. I'm utterly in your control and you ravish me, again taking willpower of my body, mind and soul. You are driving into me with hard and long CVA that fill me and then pull almost all the way out, before rushing to fill me again. You are ploughing a long-familiar field, digging deep, preparing to plant your come, and I am right, like fat deeply lowland grunge, reveling in the disruption.

You drive in faster and faster, each thrust betraying your recklessness, itself a most curious affair ; for, you are a consider man, one of self-control and decision… Except with me. With me, like this, you let yourself go, using me, despoiling me, accepting my endowment of She as a right field, due you by nature and divine authority.

Your girth filling me, your length provides access to my womb as you push as deeply into me as nature will allow. I am utterly taken with you, utterly needful of you, and a tsunami of upheaval is upon me. I can feel it in you too. Long usage has made me particularly sensitive to your motility and sounds and I know you are about to fill my womb with your seed but, when it comes, it surprises me.

It always does.

You come in me with effect, your tightening of your hand on my wrists mirroring your ascendence of my sex. I feel my pussy awash with your cum as you growl in my ear"If only you weren't on the pill."In your words, you sum up the whole of our relationship, one of duty, honor, office, and dearest. I am yours and I am on the pill because you do not conceive we are make for a baby. You will decide when that will be and I will accept that determination because it is inextricably tied to fulfilling one another's demand and desires, a double-dyed melding of our persona and a perfect tense expression of our love.

I cum with you, my volcano exploding with effect as you bring me to an orgasm. Were your grip on me less, my body would be arching off the bed but, instead, Wave of delight and electricity saltation through my trunk. You feel each muscle tighten and relax as the tsunami breaks my distinctness from you. I cum powerfully, as you do, our volatile desires melding into a single, unifying singularity.

It is herculean, it is fleeting, and it is gone but its effects are invigorating and indestructible. In a few second base, you will slide off my dead body and I will wave up on your broad chest, my right leg draped over yours and my boob pressed into your English. Your right arm will cradle my brain and firmly grasp my right hip but, for now, we are united in a arrant act of sexual love, a unadulterated display of master and servant.

I love you and you love me and there is nothing of this that I can do without .