She’s the kind of girl
who pulls hard
but not so hard that he’ll let go.
grab
I’ve got a hunch she’s a little bit of a brat.
Although I get this treatment already without them, I want these panties.
“You haven’t updated your tumblr since Wednesday?” Craftsmate asked.
I shrugged, “I’ve been busy.”
“Well, I think it’s something you should be doing every day,” he said. “Or I’ll punish you.” By the way he was smiling, I wasn’t sure if this was an excuse to just punish me or a way to motivate me to write about some of the really blushy stuff that has happened lately.
But, ah, that’s a thing now. So keep your eyes peeled: I’ll be giving some fun updates now that I’ve caught a little bit of a break from work.
Pretty likes it when you beg.
But she likes it best when you deliver.
Sweet spot porn.
It’s when he asks for those certain things that she blushes, bites her lip, tells him to keep his voice down. And she worries everyone around has abandoned their own preoccupations to hear what he had just whispered.
“I can’t possibly do that right here.”
It’s funny how fickle the concept of “can’t possibly” can be.
midsummer daydreamer by Seatory on Flickr.
“Are you a good girl for your Daddy when he fucks you?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, good. Because I don’t fuck bad girls.”
Easing out the Kinks, Part Seven
Eventually, we got some alone time and I got the clamps off and blushingly handed them off to Penthouse.
Perhaps seeing that I was a little anxious, Craftsmate started to tickle my wrist. I attempted to swat his hand away, pouting. With a smirk, Craftsmate snatched my wrist and prodded his finger into my ribs. I felt Penthouse grab onto my other wrist, holding it firmly.
“Guys,” I whined when they started tickling me, stopping only to switch their grasp so my arms were crossed over my chest. Satisfied, they sat back and attempted to watch the television while I groaned and squirmed on the couch. I went back and forth between asking one to let me go, and when he refused, I’d just turn to the other and ask. However, I was completely unsuccessful.
Eventually, they let go of my arms, claiming that maybe I deserved a few minutes to prove that I could behave. I huffed and gave Penthouse a shove. “You guys are assholes,” I said right before Penthouse grabbed my arm and bent it behind my back.
My face was pressed against the couch and Craftsmate was holding firmly onto my other arm before I could realize what had happened. I groaned and tried to wrench my arms away. “You know what she hates?” Craftsmate said before reaching down and pinching my ass. Penthouse joined him, both laughing and enjoying themselves.
“Fuck you,” I replied, somewhere between irritated and aroused. What can I say? I like being ganged up on.
Penthouse reached up and looped his fingers into my hair. “You’re being rude,” he chastised, “now be sweet to Craftsmate and give him a kiss.”
“On the cheek,” Craftsmate added, “because you’ve been a brat.”
I huffed and complied. For people who weren’t always compatible in communication, Penthouse and Craftsmate were far too good at working together to torment me.
Don’t make me have to beg.