call me baby and be nice to me
for real
What is it you want, princess? Use your words….
IS IT LIKE A UNIVERSAL TOP THING TO MAKE THEIR PETS USE THEIR WORDS?! Words suck. It’s so much easier to give puppy dog eyes and make myself useful. WHY. WORDS. DAMMIT.
This commentary.
Somebody has been wearing her big-girl sassy panties lately.
Somebody has been getting a little mouthy about what other people should or shouldn’t do with their time.
Somebody believes she can make manifest her desires in the world with magic.
Somebody has expressed fantasies about being shackled, boxed, plugged, and shipped off to be just one more helpless squirmy pet in a whole collection of girltoys.
Somebody should be very careful what she wishes for.
Yeah uh remember how I said I haven’t been scared lately?
Okay, you win.
Heh.
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#561)
We sat across from each other and watched her undress between us.
First she looked at me as she undid straps and clasps, and then it was his eyes she looked into as she stepped out of her dress. She watched me as she dropped her bra to the floor, but she turned again when the black lace slipped off her ass and down over her thighs.
As for us, we undid belts, opened zippers and gripped our cocks in our hands as we struggled to get hard enough for the condoms she left next to our drinks. I watched him watching her, his hand a blur as he squeezed, twisted, and stroked, and his eyes moved between us. By the time she was standing in nothing but her lipstick, we were ready.
It was a slow dance. She lowered herself down onto him like a violinist tuning a string. Her hips moved slowly as I watched him disappear inside her and their fingers touched gently. It was less than a minute later that she turned to face me, kissed me on the mouth and then let me fill her as well. Her lips were soft and her skin was warm.
For half an hour she moved between us. I watched, over and over again, as she lowered herself around him, and when it was my turn I closed my eyes and pretended she was mine. When she finally came I was looking into her eyes as his hand moved furiously behind us. I kissed her mouth and pulled her to me with a hand on the small of her back.
She moaned into my ear as she began to shake, and his voice joined hers as they both found their release in a single perfect moment.
The lovely Heart has informed me that the lap time photo is a QNY photo that someone just decided to make black and white.
And we all know how I feel about when people do that.
So here is the original: even more gorgeous, in my opinion. You lose so much of the clothes and just the general feel of the picture when you put it into black and white. You also TOTALLY DEFY THE ARTIST’S INTENTION COME ON PEOPLE.
And you also lose that really hot story going on up there. Like. Woah. So problematic how hot I find “and when it was my turn I closed my eyes and pretended she was mine” to be.
Confession: Sometimes, when I misbehave the night before, I overcompensate the next day by dressing cute and sweet.
(Pardon the chickenscratch name scribble.)