This is a VERY old one, slightly edited only, as it remains surprisingly on point.
And now for tonight.
At your 7pm, which will be
midnight here, or later -- but not before that time -- find yourself
alone, and naked.
Have a shower. Wash
thoroughly, everywhere.
Shave. The more, the
better, you know that. All that excessive body hair is rather silly.
Particularly on the
interesting bits, gets in the way. There is a reason why sex toys don't come with furry bits, and it's not just manufacturing difficulty.
So off it comes: your ass,
your belly, your balls, the shaft of my cock, the thighs too. Yes, I did
say the thighs.
What would people say? I
don't care, darling. They probably don't give a monkey's, and if they do,
well, you'll just have to face the music or refrain from wearing
shorts for a wee while.
So, get on with it.
Razors, soap and a steady hand. I find that male razors work better, but if
a pretty ladies' one called Venus or something silly like that
puts you in a mood, go for it. The round, slightly bulbous handle
end on that one comes handy if I want something small but noticeable in my
ass when playing with myself after shaving, which always gets me
rather wet. You may try that if the idea appeals.
OK, enough.
Now feel your skin, touch
and stroke yourself. Glide the soapy hands slowly down your sides, to
your hips, then curve back towards the midline of your ass, then
down. Close your eyes and just feel every inch of your body.
So clean, so slick.
Perfect.
Think of it as a
playground, a blank space to be filled with pleasure and pain, longing and
desire.
Your whole skin, not just
the few inches that cover the fairly insignificant body part
that men seem so attached too.
That's mine now anyway, so
don't focus on it. It's not important for you.
That's why I shave --
despite my feminist principles -- because nothing compares to the feeling of
smooth silk satin against the bare skin of
my freshly shaven labia --
the skin so thin there, the blood pulsing so close to the surface. The
droplets of water dripping down as I step out of the bath. The sensation
of lips or fingers or a tongue there, feels like being touched under
the skin rather than on the surface. But I'm digressing.
Dry yourself nicely. A
big, fluffy, soft towel. All the folds and crevices.
You'll need some body
lotion. Make sure you use it on all areas you can reach. Sadly my favourite
scents don't come in lotion format, so I'll leave the choice to you,
within reason. Nothing too floral or blossomy and by no means fruity. Smoke, musk, a touch of rose,
some animalic notes, that kind of thing.
Pay particular attention
to your hands, shoulders, ass, groin, pubis, balls. I want you smooth and altogether lovely.
I want to be able to
imagine running my fingertips along your spine, all the way from the nape of
your neck to the small of your back and lower, sliding between in the
crack and down towards your asshole and the softer, sensitive area
between that and my cock, pressing a little.
I want to be able to
imagine you kneeling, bent over, your smooth back and ass exposed and
vulnerable. Raising my hand, a loud smack and a pink mark on your skin.
And another one, and a few more, your skin getting redder.
Just because I can. And because it turns me on.
Just because I can. And because it turns me on.
But I'm digressing again,
wandering away to a different scenario.
Take a butt plug. I am
sure you have one. Not a particularly big one, just so your slutty ass is
filled and as a reminder of who owns it now. Lube it up. You can use
your saliva, suck it and lick it a bit for me so it glides in easily. If
it's not enough, apply some lube and in it goes.
Have a blindfold ready.
Black silk scarf ideally, if you have one; but as it's all imaginary,
anything will do, or even just a fantasy of one.
Now lie on the bed, on
your back, legs spread out, knees slightly raised; hands away from
your body. A warm room would help, but I am sure rooms in the US are
pretty warm.
Put the blindfold on.
Lie still for a while.
Become aware of your body, your skin, your muscles, the breath and the heartbeat.
**
The door opens.
Somebody comes into the
room. Footsteps on the wood, then movement of air
nearer you.
You can sesne me leaning
over you, the slight shadow falling over the bed despite the blindfold,
the warmth of a human body, the scent of my skin, some sweat, some
sex, some perfume. Jasmine, rose, smoke, brine.
I touch you.
My hands on your legs,
moving slowly up to your groin. Thumbs in the groves, fingers spread out
on the hips.
Do you want to move? Raise
or sideways shift your hips towards my touch?
Don't.
Stay still.
Don't fucking move.
Stay still.
Don't fucking move.
My hands moving up your
sides. Tracing the curve of the soft flesh between the hipbone and
the ribs.
Then along the bottom rib,
towards the sternum and up again, towards the
nipples.
I tweak the nipples, you can feel my breath close to you, damp on your skin.
My mouth on your nipples.
A bite on each, then gone.
No touch for a few
seconds. Wait. Stay still.
Are you hard yet?
Suddenly, the flat of my
tongue on my cock, just licking up, from the base to the tip.
My lips around the
cockhead. Nuzzling. The tongue running in the groove between the crown and the
shaft, then the tip teasing the hole on top.
My hands on the shaft,
guiding it, running the head around my lips, my tongue flicking out,
licking up, now my teeth grazing the bottom side. Sucking the head in, my
tongue in circles around it inside my mouth.
Then I'm gone.
You can hear a couple of
steps towards the bedhead. I lean down.
A touch on your lips.
Fingers, running along, opening them, running underneath between the
inner lip surface and the teeth. Stopping in the corners, then moving
again.
Taste them; stickily, salty, earthy. You know that I must have touched myself only seconds ago.
You may lick my hand. Suck
the fingers. Lick between them. Lick the inside of my palm. Lick
every square inch of my hand. Kiss the inner surface of my wrist. Taste me.
Don't move otherwise.
Don't touch me and don't
touch yourself.
My fingers running down
your chest. You can feel my nails, and as they move down, they curve, and
I am scratching now, first gently, then harder, digging in,
grazing, almost breaking the surface of your skin in some places.
I lean down and lick the
marks on your chest while my fingers move to your sides, slide under
your butt, dig in, pull it up, then scratch lines across the curves of your buttocks. Is it painful enough to make you groan?
Be quiet, slut. It
isn't that bad.
Are you hard now?
Let me check.
My hand on my cock again,
grasping, grabbing at the base. Stroking, fast, rough strokes. Close
to painful, pulling hard. Harder.
Now I stop.
Imagine me climbing on top
of you, my weight across your pelvis, my drenched cunt sliding onto my cock.
Clenching but not moving though,
just there.
I lean forward a little,
my fingers tweak your nipples, pull harder, pinch.
Then I straighten up.
All you can feel is the
weight on your hips, my cunt opening up, enveloping you; and my
inner muscles contracting.
Stay still. If you want to
thrust, control that desire.
Concentrate on feeling the
heat and the slick wetness of my cunt.
Squeezing your hardness.
Little contractions, fast, then slower, holding your cock for longer.
Now contracting harder,
the whole sheath squeezing my cock inside, then releasing.
You can hear me breathe
faster, shallower; moaning a little. Rocking my hips, rotating them,
swirling even, riding you.
You can feel my hand move
towards my clit, as I work myself towards the
orgasm, I touch the base
of my cock with every stroke.
You can feel the sticky wetness running down, you realise how aroused I am because I'm so incredibly
wet; my cunt is throbbing, my moaning louder and you realise I am
hardly aware anymore that you are there.
When I come, you disappear.
When I come, you disappear.
Hold this image in your
mind, concentrate on it.
Feel me there.
Now, play the audio.
Hear me come.
**
When the file finishes,
you may touch yourself.
Bring yourself as close as
you can without an orgasm, then stop.
Now, tell me how it went.
Ask nicely, and I may say
''yes''.
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