mypleasuregirl
mypleasuregirl:

I love to kiss a girl’s neck. I don’t mean the perfunctory “half kiss on the way to boobs” kiss or the silly sucking hicky-making teenager kiss. I’m talking about something so, so simple, but worlds apart.
I’m talking about first kissing her lips. Properly. Light, teasing kisses, leaving her wanting, needing more… sucking, playing nibbling on her lower lip and us both smiling at the play… little laughs and giggles… then kissing her deeply, fully… hungrily… my body pressing into hers as she melts and yields… her pussy clenching in need as her hands go to the side of my body, but my hand on her wrist… squeezing hard little bursts of pain in her bones… then lowering her hands back to her sides and letting go, leaving it there… feeling, more than hearing, her moan into me with the need and the restraint.
Then, kissing along her jaw, nibbling to her ear. Maybe she raises a leg and wraps it around me… I oblige just for a moment, grinding into her… she can feel my hardness through our clothes… rubbing against her wet little pussy… finding, magically, just that right angle… just the right pressure… feeling her roll her hips into me, her body straining of its own accord because she knows, maybe not her mind, but other parts of her know that, given a little time, I could hold her here, fully dressed, hands and lips on her body, but grinding against her with just that pressure, just right, so right, and she could cum for me. Right here. She wants to, she needs to, but not to be… not yet. That is not what I want, and I will have what I want from her. I will have all of her.
My hand now on her ass, squeezing hard enough that I would leave finger marks on bare skin, feeling the give of her body through her dress as my lips kiss back along her jawbone to her ear… kissing that spot right under her ear… right there… that one spot as my tongue presses firmly into her skin… then, further down her neck… it tickles a bit and she giggles, shrugs the curve of that beautiful shoulder up to push me away from her neck, but that is not the way this will work. Not at all. My body reacts… pressing into her… backing her up a step… she feels so tiny against my size… so helpless… my hand in her hair, roughly pulling her head back to expose her throat… and then my lips right there… the side of her throat… feeling, more sensing, the blood and the pulse and the life just under the skin… her throat moving as she breathes in my arms as I kiss right there… my lips now full of the taste of her skin… the light sheen of sweat tasting of her and speaking to me—not in words but in something far more ancient—of her need, of what she really is… salt and sun and laughter and musk and mystery and need and those secret dark places… all Mine…
Kissing deeper, harder, my lips opening… teeth against her paper thin skin, right there… and her moaning… begging with words inchoate… without thought, beyond thought, I respond: My hand locked onto the back of her neck, holding her head as I roughly kiss her lips… her hands on me, but now she finds both wrists behind her back locked violently in the grip of my other hand… heedless the crushing pain which only makes her need more… stronger… hotter… now my hand around her throat, opening her, tilting and pinning her as I once again kiss her neck… Full, open, wet kisses… my tongue licking, hungering, my need growing as my hand cups her breast, finds her nipple through the fabric of her dress and rubs circles, pinching, squeezing the weight and softness of her full breast in my hand as I now back her against the wall… My hand now down her leg… finding the hem of the dress, and moving up… as my lips find her collarbone, heaving with her struggle to breathe, her mind no longer quite human, her thoughts only of hot things, and hardness and wetness, and straining fullness… pleasure on the edge of pain, but all need… all need, and only need… only need… and me riding her movements, moving with every shudder of her body, tasting, knowing, every secret her body has, and all just from a simple kiss… her lost in her need, and me lost in mine… lost in her…
Yes, I do like to kiss a girl’s neck.

mypleasuregirl:

I love to kiss a girl’s neck. I don’t mean the perfunctory “half kiss on the way to boobs” kiss or the silly sucking hicky-making teenager kiss. I’m talking about something so, so simple, but worlds apart.

I’m talking about first kissing her lips. Properly. Light, teasing kisses, leaving her wanting, needing more… sucking, playing nibbling on her lower lip and us both smiling at the play… little laughs and giggles… then kissing her deeply, fully… hungrily… my body pressing into hers as she melts and yields… her pussy clenching in need as her hands go to the side of my body, but my hand on her wrist… squeezing hard little bursts of pain in her bones… then lowering her hands back to her sides and letting go, leaving it there… feeling, more than hearing, her moan into me with the need and the restraint.

Then, kissing along her jaw, nibbling to her ear. Maybe she raises a leg and wraps it around me… I oblige just for a moment, grinding into her… she can feel my hardness through our clothes… rubbing against her wet little pussy… finding, magically, just that right angle… just the right pressure… feeling her roll her hips into me, her body straining of its own accord because she knows, maybe not her mind, but other parts of her know that, given a little time, I could hold her here, fully dressed, hands and lips on her body, but grinding against her with just that pressure, just right, so right, and she could cum for me. Right here. She wants to, she needs to, but not to be… not yet. That is not what I want, and I will have what I want from her. I will have all of her.

My hand now on her ass, squeezing hard enough that I would leave finger marks on bare skin, feeling the give of her body through her dress as my lips kiss back along her jawbone to her ear… kissing that spot right under her ear… right there… that one spot as my tongue presses firmly into her skin… then, further down her neck… it tickles a bit and she giggles, shrugs the curve of that beautiful shoulder up to push me away from her neck, but that is not the way this will work. Not at all. My body reacts… pressing into her… backing her up a step… she feels so tiny against my size… so helpless… my hand in her hair, roughly pulling her head back to expose her throat… and then my lips right there… the side of her throat… feeling, more sensing, the blood and the pulse and the life just under the skin… her throat moving as she breathes in my arms as I kiss right there… my lips now full of the taste of her skin… the light sheen of sweat tasting of her and speaking to me—not in words but in something far more ancient—of her need, of what she really is… salt and sun and laughter and musk and mystery and need and those secret dark places… all Mine…

Kissing deeper, harder, my lips opening… teeth against her paper thin skin, right there… and her moaning… begging with words inchoate… without thought, beyond thought, I respond: My hand locked onto the back of her neck, holding her head as I roughly kiss her lips… her hands on me, but now she finds both wrists behind her back locked violently in the grip of my other hand… heedless the crushing pain which only makes her need more… stronger… hotter… now my hand around her throat, opening her, tilting and pinning her as I once again kiss her neck… Full, open, wet kisses… my tongue licking, hungering, my need growing as my hand cups her breast, finds her nipple through the fabric of her dress and rubs circles, pinching, squeezing the weight and softness of her full breast in my hand as I now back her against the wall… My hand now down her leg… finding the hem of the dress, and moving up… as my lips find her collarbone, heaving with her struggle to breathe, her mind no longer quite human, her thoughts only of hot things, and hardness and wetness, and straining fullness… pleasure on the edge of pain, but all need… all need, and only need… only need… and me riding her movements, moving with every shudder of her body, tasting, knowing, every secret her body has, and all just from a simple kiss… her lost in her need, and me lost in mine… lost in her…

Yes, I do like to kiss a girl’s neck.

beautyinsurrender
beautyinsurrender:

seekingasanctuary:

He watches her sleep. The peace on her face. Afraid to touch her hair for fear of breaking the spell of slumber. 

He wonders what she dreams about. Listens to her whimper and moan.  The peace dissolves on her face in favor of fear. 

Instinctively, He becomes Guardian, the Protector of her heart…Pulls her close to His chest and simply says, “Mine.”

At once the demons leave and she is again at rest. Sighing and breathing in time with the beat from His chest.

Content.
Loved. 
His. 
D
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U/us, so exactly… HerKindMaster…

beautyinsurrender:

seekingasanctuary:

He watches her sleep. The peace on her face. Afraid to touch her hair for fear of breaking the spell of slumber.

He wonders what she dreams about. Listens to her whimper and moan. The peace dissolves on her face in favor of fear.

Instinctively, He becomes Guardian, the Protector of her heart…Pulls her close to His chest and simply says, “Mine.”

At once the demons leave and she is again at rest. Sighing and breathing in time with the beat from His chest.

Content. Loved. His.

D
👑

U/us, so exactly… HerKindMaster…
mypleasuregirl
mypleasuregirl:

See how you can use bondage?
I mean, imagine how close you might be to cumming like this. Can’t really lay down fully comfortably. You move a leg or a foot and that knot will rub on your clit. Plus the added stress of being tied up forcing you to move your head..and since its tied into your hair that would make the knot rub over your clit to…
Then there’s tickling…and maybe, if I felt extra nice, I’d let you cum…but then ruin it by pressing the rope too hard for comfort against your clit.
Oh the fun places we’ll go….

mypleasuregirl:

See how you can use bondage?

I mean, imagine how close you might be to cumming like this. Can’t really lay down fully comfortably. You move a leg or a foot and that knot will rub on your clit. Plus the added stress of being tied up forcing you to move your head..and since its tied into your hair that would make the knot rub over your clit to…

Then there’s tickling…and maybe, if I felt extra nice, I’d let you cum…but then ruin it by pressing the rope too hard for comfort against your clit.

Oh the fun places we’ll go….

mypleasuregirl
mypleasuregirl:

Shhhh. Quiet sweetie. Of course you can make your little squeaks and and gasps that you do, but be careful how you moan. Your roommates can probably hear you, and what I’m going to do to you will make you forget yourself.
I’m just here for a quick 30-40 minute visit during lunch. It will feel like for ever and be over in the blink of an eye.
See, I wanted you to know how much fun I had last night. You did such a good job and were a very very good girl. It was a suitable reward for the whole week of teasing and waiting that I put you through. And Last night when we didn’t have to worry about anyone being around, and it was a great opportunity.
You were so horny and wet and needy that I completely enjoyed first making you squirm for an hour or two all nakie and helpless, and then REALLY enjoyed making you cum over and over and over after that. I loved seeing you all sweaty and collapsed and exhausted laying on my bed after pressing in and out of you over and over in a dozen different ways. You came when I first entered you and both of us lost track after that. It was hours. But then, seeing you on the bed like that I just couldn’t resist pulling out the super intense vibrator and pressing it against you.
I knew you came again almost instantly. When you pushed me away because it was too much and I commanded you to lay still you really did try. Oh how you tried. But you just couldn’t resist. I had to tie you. And once you were tied, I couldn’t resist myself. I was relentless despite your begging for me to stop.
In the end though, after the hours and daylight faded and then were born again we slept tangled together in moistened sheets. I knew you felt satisfied in a way you had never experienced. I’m so glad you got to feel that.
But its exactly why I came back today. You would have never gotten there if I hadn’t teased you, correct? …if you hadn’t been so needy or if you had cheated and made yourself cum days before. That means I can’t let that contented feeling last too long. 
So today, for lunch you’ll be leaving all your clothes on, including those panties. I’m going to just use my fingers on that still sore and hyper sensitive pussy. The first few touches will feel so intense you’ll want me to stop. But I’ll be slow and soft and soon, you’ll want…no you’ll NEED me to touch faster and to make you cum again. But I won’t. Not for a while.
I won’t because there’s something you need much much worse. Something before which all your other needs and desires will bow: the need to be controlled.
So shh…quite sweetie. We haven’t much time…

mypleasuregirl:

Shhhh. Quiet sweetie. Of course you can make your little squeaks and and gasps that you do, but be careful how you moan. Your roommates can probably hear you, and what I’m going to do to you will make you forget yourself.

I’m just here for a quick 30-40 minute visit during lunch. It will feel like for ever and be over in the blink of an eye.

See, I wanted you to know how much fun I had last night. You did such a good job and were a very very good girl. It was a suitable reward for the whole week of teasing and waiting that I put you through. And Last night when we didn’t have to worry about anyone being around, and it was a great opportunity.

You were so horny and wet and needy that I completely enjoyed first making you squirm for an hour or two all nakie and helpless, and then REALLY enjoyed making you cum over and over and over after that. I loved seeing you all sweaty and collapsed and exhausted laying on my bed after pressing in and out of you over and over in a dozen different ways. You came when I first entered you and both of us lost track after that. It was hours. But then, seeing you on the bed like that I just couldn’t resist pulling out the super intense vibrator and pressing it against you.

I knew you came again almost instantly. When you pushed me away because it was too much and I commanded you to lay still you really did try. Oh how you tried. But you just couldn’t resist. I had to tie you. And once you were tied, I couldn’t resist myself. I was relentless despite your begging for me to stop.

In the end though, after the hours and daylight faded and then were born again we slept tangled together in moistened sheets. I knew you felt satisfied in a way you had never experienced. I’m so glad you got to feel that.

But its exactly why I came back today. You would have never gotten there if I hadn’t teased you, correct? …if you hadn’t been so needy or if you had cheated and made yourself cum days before. That means I can’t let that contented feeling last too long. 

So today, for lunch you’ll be leaving all your clothes on, including those panties. I’m going to just use my fingers on that still sore and hyper sensitive pussy. The first few touches will feel so intense you’ll want me to stop. But I’ll be slow and soft and soon, you’ll want…no you’ll NEED me to touch faster and to make you cum again. But I won’t. Not for a while.

I won’t because there’s something you need much much worse. Something before which all your other needs and desires will bow: the need to be controlled.

So shh…quite sweetie. We haven’t much time…