Well, good thing other sexy tumblrs are writing out my fantasies for me so I don’t have to.
Now somebody get me something to fan myself with.
You know why I’ve made you kneel on a towel pet?
It goes like this. I’m going to talk to you, I’m going to whisper sinful things in your ear. I’m going to tease you with words but I will not touch you.
You see there will be no touching until you have dripped your honey on the towel.
Do you understand now pet? Just nod and listen.
When he comes in and sees her bent over the dresser that way, he’ll shake his head and call her eager. He’ll ask her if she’s forgotten how to properly great someone.
But, he recognizes there’s a culture you start to develop with someone when you come to know them this way, an etiquette. Rules and standards emerge from the precedence of where clothing was flung and the soft, trembling things that were muttered when the lights go out. Customs come about through repetition, repetition comes about from initial success after some trial and error. And from it all comes an unwritten code, a mental list of manners in the spaces where typical constraints are left in the doorway with restraint, decency and your socks.
Of course, that won’t stop him from teasing her about it.
Sometimes, I fantasize about being teased in this position. I’ll be laying on my stomach, usually reading something or waking up from a nap, and the thought will just briefly cross my mind of someone easing my pants down or my skirt up.
The panties stay on, of course. There’s an understanding that when this sort of thing happens I won’t be allowed to cum, that isn’t the purpose of it. It’s just a little reminder, if nothing else, of my availability, my vulnerability. It shows what sort of grinding, moaning mess can be reduced to in a few minutes of encountering fingers through fabric. And as soon as I’m there, they’re gone.
“So, have I mentioned you’re really good at choking me?” I asked the Southern Gentleman on Thursday morning while we were still in bed. He was curled into me, I was laying on my back. I like this position, I feel like I’m simultaneously cradling someone and being cradled. Spooning sometimes feels a little alienating and disproportionate to me.
The Southern Gentleman chuckled. I shrugged, “because, like, you’re really good at choking me.” His hand settled over my throat. I shook my head. “Come on, stop it. Number one, it is too early for choking. Number two, it is too early for choking. Number three, you’re going to get me worked up. Number four, it is too early for choking.”
He moved his hand from my neck and started kissing it. Soon, he’s rolled over on top of me, hands yanking up my t-shirt. He leans down and bites the skin right below my navel. I huff. “You’re going to get me worked up. Stop it.” There was that winning grin as his hand snaked down my sweatpants.
I reached down and pulled his hand out before attempting to push him off, “seriously, too early.”
He pulled my shirt over my head and started playing with my nipples. I tried to push his hands away, but I was starting to really enjoy it. His mouth joined in. I was moaning, I was grinding against his leg. He was smiling like a jackal against my breast, looking up at me as he did.
“Too early,” I sighed once more as his hand moved back up to my throat. You can’t say I didn’t try.
He chuckled and his hand moved back down over the waistband of my sweatpants, “then tell me you’re not getting wet.”
“That’s not the point I was making,” I huffed, “of course I’m wet. It’s just too…” He applied pressure. I gasped. My fingers dug into my sheets. His other hand snaked down to my cunt.
I’ve probably mentioned he’s really good at choking me.
Let me tell you a thing or two about deliberate provocation, sweetpea.
She may have to take the punishment lying down, but she won’t take it sitting down. She’ll moan around that bit deliciously. She’ll squirm and pout in such an enticing mockery of remorse. She’ll tilt herself in such a way that her dress proceeds to ride up just an inch more each time he walks by. She’ll make him forget which one of them is being punished.
Ruka
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