Non-Penetrative Pleasure

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I lay on my back, the soft sheets cool against my skin, my heart pounding with anticipation. Tom’s obsession with non-penetrative sex had always intrigued me, but tonight, I was determined to explore it fully, to give him the pleasure he craved and, in turn, discover new depths of my own desire. The room was dimly lit, the glow of a single candle casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a heady mix that stirred my senses. Tom lay beside me, his body relaxed yet taut with anticipation, his dark hair tousled, his deep brown eyes locked onto mine.

“You ready for this?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand brushed my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. At 48, I felt more alive than ever, my shorter blonde hair framing my face, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. My lean build and small breasts had always been a source of confidence, and tonight, I felt like a goddess, ready to give and receive pleasure in ways I’d only begun to explore.

“I’m ready,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the storm of desire raging inside me. Tom smiled, that slow, wicked grin that always made my knees weak. He propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze roaming over my body, lingering on the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. I felt his hunger, his need, and it fueled my own.

“Straddle me,” he commanded, his voice firm yet laced with desire. My heart raced as I shifted, positioning myself above him. His hands slid down my sides, his fingers tracing the contours of my body, his touch both gentle and insistent. I hovered above him, my knees on either side of his hips, my pussy achingly close to his rigid cock. He lay there, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths, his cock thick and hard against his stomach, the head glistening with pre-cum.

I lowered myself slowly, my breath hitching as I felt the heat of his body beneath mine. His cock pressed against my pussy, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I began to move, grinding my hips in slow, deliberate circles, my clit rubbing against the underside of his shaft. The sensation was electric, a building tension that coiled low in my belly. Tom’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, his touch firm yet tender.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Ride me. Feel how hard you make me.”

I moaned, my head falling back as I increased the pace, my body moving in rhythm with his breath. The room was filled with the sound of our skin slapping together, the wetness of our combined juices creating a slick, frictionless glide. My clit throbbed, the pressure building with each pass over his cock. I could feel his desire, his need for me, and it only fueled my own.

“Fuck, Kate,” he muttered, his hands sliding up to cup my small breasts. His thumbs brushed my nipples, already hard and aching for attention. I gasped, my movements faltering for a moment as pleasure spiked through me. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me, and I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest. His hands moved to my back, his fingers digging into my skin as he urged me closer. I continued to grind, my clit rubbing against his cock, the sensation intensifying with each movement. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, my body on the brink of something explosive.

“Tom,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m close.”

“Let go, baby,” he urged, his voice hoarse. “Cum for me. I want to feel you shake.”

His words were my undoing. I cried out, my body arching as my orgasm ripped through me, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched, my juices flowing freely, drenching his cock. I rode out the climax, my movements slowing as the aftershocks rippled through me. Tom’s hands held me steady, his eyes never leaving mine, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

As my breathing slowed, I collapsed onto his chest, my heart still racing, my body slick with sweat. Tom’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my hair. “Fuck, that was incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

I smiled, my cheeks flushed, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm. “Your turn,” I teased, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

Tom chuckled, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Kate. Not by a long shot.”

He rolled us over, his body pinning me to the bed, his weight both comforting and exhilarating. His lips found mine, his kiss hungry and demanding, his tongue dueling with mine. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His cock pressed against my thigh, thick and heavy, a constant reminder of his need.

“I want to taste you,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. His hands slid down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my ass. I shivered as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Tom,” I gasped, my body arching into his touch. His hands moved to my thighs, spreading them wide, exposing me to his gaze. I felt vulnerable yet empowered, my desire for him overwhelming.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His lips brushed my inner thigh, his breath ghosting over my pussy, making me squirm. “So wet. So ready for me.”

I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as he leaned in, his tongue flicking over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His mouth closed around me, his lips sucking gently, his tongue swirling and probing, driving me wild. I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth, my body on the edge once more.

“Fuck, Tom,” I panted, my voice hoarse. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through me. “I wouldn’t dream of it, baby. You taste too good.”

His tongue delved deeper, his fingers sliding into my wetness, stretching me, filling me. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body responding to his every touch, my moans filling the room. My orgasm built, a slow burn that threatened to consume me.

“Tom,” I whimpered, my body tense, on the brink. “I’m—”

His mouth closed over my clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking relentlessly. I screamed, my body convulsing as my orgasm exploded, my pussy squirting, drenching his face. He drank me in, his hands holding me open, his mouth devouring me, his groans of pleasure mingling with my cries.

As my orgasm subsided, I lay panting, my body limp, my mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Tom lifted his head, his lips swollen, his face glistening with my juices. He smiled, that wicked grin that always made my heart race.

“Your turn to pleasure me,” he said, his voice low and seductive. He shifted, positioning himself between my legs, his cock thick and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly, my touch gentle yet firm.

“Not like that, baby,” he murmured, his hands gripping my wrists. “I want a titty fuck. I want to feel your soft tits wrapped around my cock.”

My heart raced at the thought, my body responding to his words. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as I leaned forward, pressing my breasts together, creating a tight, warm tunnel for his cock. Tom groaned, his hips bucking as he slid into the softness of my cleavage, his cock enveloped by the warmth of my skin.

“Fuck, Kate,” he muttered, his voice thick with need. “That feels so good.”

I began to move, my breasts gliding up and down his shaft, my nipples brushing against his sensitive skin. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me, his cock sliding between my tits, the friction sending waves of pleasure through us both.

“Harder, baby,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “Squeeze me. Milk my cock with those perfect tits.”

I tightened my grip, my breasts pressing firmly against his shaft, my nipples aching with pleasure. His cock throbbed, his balls tight and heavy, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I could feel his desire, his need to cum, and it only fueled my own. A few more strokes of my tits on his shaft and I soon had a chest covered in cum. He breathed heavily and fell back. A wonderful time was had by all.

A Side of Cream Pie

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I walked into the dimly lit bar, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filling the air. The scent of spilled beer and stale cigarettes lingered, but I barely noticed. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces and the occasional stranger. It was a Friday night, and I was in the mood for something—or someone—to take the edge off a long week. My short blonde hair framed my face, and my blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief. At 37, I knew I still turned heads, and tonight, I was dressed to remind myself of that fact. A tight black dress hugged my curves, showcasing my perky breasts and great figure, while my shaved pussy felt deliciously bare beneath the fabric.

I slid onto a barstool, ordering a gin and tonic from the bartender. As I waited, my gaze drifted across the room, landing on a man sitting alone at a corner table. He was maybe a few years older than me, with dark hair, a strong jawline, and eyes that seemed to see right through me. There was something about him—an intensity, a raw hunger—that made my pulse quicken. He caught me looking and raised his glass in a silent toast. I smiled, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest.

After finishing my drink, I sauntered over to his table, my heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my voice light and playful.

He gestured to the empty chair. “Please do.” His voice was deep, with a hint of a rasp that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m Daniel.”

“Jane,” I replied, sitting down. “So, Daniel, what brings you here tonight?”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me with an unnerving directness. “I could ask you the same thing. But if I had to guess, you’re looking for something… unconventional.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Unconventional, huh? And what makes you say that?”

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my heart race. “Let’s just say I have a talent for reading people. And you, Jane, strike me as someone who’s not afraid to explore her desires.”

I laughed, a soft, breathy sound. “Maybe. But what about you? What are your desires, Daniel?”

His gaze intensified, and for a moment, I felt like he was peeling back the layers of my soul. “I have a particular fetish,” he said, his voice low and husky. “One that most women find… off-putting.”

My curiosity piqued. “Try me.”

He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. “I love to lick my own cum out of a woman’s pussy after I’ve fucked her. There’s something about tasting myself inside her, about savoring that cream pie, that drives me wild.”

My breath caught in my throat. It was raw, unfiltered, and undeniably filthy. But instead of feeling repulsed, I felt a heat coil low in my belly. “That’s… quite the fetish,” I managed to say, my voice steady despite the sudden rush of arousal.

He shrugged, a hint of vulnerability flashing across his face. “I know it’s not for everyone. But I’ve always been honest about what turns me on. And I can’t help but wonder if it might turn you on too.”

I licked my lips, my mind racing. It was dirty, taboo, and utterly decadent. But there was something about his candor, about the way he owned his desire, that made me want to indulge him. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But… I’m willing to try.”

His eyes lit up, and he reached across the table to take my hand. “You won’t regret it, Jane. I promise.”

We left the bar shortly after, the night air cool against my skin. Daniel’s hand was warm and firm around mine as he led me to his place, a sleek apartment just a few blocks away. The tension between us was palpable, electric, as if every step brought us closer to something inevitable.

Inside, the apartment was dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and leather, a heady combination that made my senses tingle. Daniel turned to face me, his eyes burning with desire. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick with want.

I nodded, stepping closer to him. “I’m sure.”

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Jane. And I’m going to make you feel incredible.”

His lips crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. His kiss was fierce, his tongue probing deep into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned, my body already on fire, my pussy aching with anticipation.

He broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Take off your dress,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to see you.”

I stepped back, my fingers trembling as I pulled the dress over my head. It pooled at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but my heels and a lacy black bra and panties. Daniel’s gaze devoured me, his eyes dark with lust. “Fucking hell, Jane,” he growled. “You’re perfect.”

I felt a flush of pride, of desire, as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. My pussy was already glistening, my arousal evident, and I knew he was watching every move. “Your turn,” I teased, my voice husky.

He smirked, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. His chest was broad and muscular, dusted with a light scattering of hair that trailed down his abs. I bit my lip, my eyes tracing the contours of his body as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was a beautiful sight, and I felt my mouth water at the thought of taking it into my mouth.

But tonight wasn’t about that—at least, not yet.

Daniel stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside, and then reached for the clasp of my bra. With a flick of his fingers, it came undone, and I shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts bounced slightly, my nipples tight and aching, and I saw his eyes darken further.

“Come here,” he commanded, pulling me toward the bedroom.

The room was just as sleek and modern as the rest of the apartment, with a large bed dominating the space. Daniel pushed me gently onto the mattress, his hands roaming over my body as he climbed onto the bed with me. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

His mouth trailed down my body, kissing and nipping at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples until I was arching my back and moaning his name. His hands slid down my thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between my legs. I felt his breath ghost over my pussy, and my clit twitched in anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers dipping into my folds. “So ready for me.”

I panted, my hips bucking slightly as he teased me, his fingers circling my clit but never quite touching it. “Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need you.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, and then his mouth descended on me. His tongue was hot and wet, lapping at my pussy with a hunger that made me cry out. He ate me like he was starving, his tongue flicking and thrusting, his lips sucking gently on my clit. I was a mess of moans and whimpers, my hands tangling in his hair as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“Daniel,” I gasped, my body tightening as the orgasm built. “I’m—”

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling away. I whimpered in protest, but he silenced me with a kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he positioned himself between my legs. His cock nudged at my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to fill me.

He thrust into me in one smooth motion, his cock sinking deep into my wet, eager pussy. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both relentless and exquisite. “Fuck, Jane,” he groaned, his voice raw. “You feel so good.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound drowned out by our moans and the wet slap of skin on skin. His cock felt incredible, stretching me, filling me, and I knew I was close again, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice tight with need. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

His words were all it took. My body shattered, my pussy clenching around him as I screamed his name, my juices flooding around his dick. He followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming frantic as he buried himself deep inside me, his cum shooting into me in hot, pulsing bursts.

We lay there for a moment, breathless and tangled together, his cock still buried inside me. Then, with a groan, he pulled out, his cum spilling from my pussy in a thick, creamy stream.

I watched, fascinated, as he leaned down, his tongue tracing the path of his cum down my thigh. He lapped it up greedily, his moans of satisfaction mingling with mine. It was filthy, raw, and unbelievably hot. I felt my clit throb as he continued, his tongue flicking and swirling, savoring every drop.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my hands resting on his head. “That’s so fucking hot.”

He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Told you,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Tastes even better than I remembered.”

I laughed, a soft, breathless sound, as he kissed his way back up my body, his lips brushing against mine. “You’re insane,” I teased, my fingers threading through his hair.

“Maybe,” he admitted, smiling against my skin. “But you’re the one who let me do it.”

I pulled him closer, kissing him deeply, our tongues tangling as the taste of his cum lingered between us. It was dirty, decadent, and utterly perfect. And as I lay there, in his arms, I knew this was just the beginning.

The Pussy Pleaser

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The city lights twinkled below, a dazzling spectacle that usually soothed my soul, but tonight, my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about Leo.

It had been three weeks since our first date, and I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around him. Leo was… different. Not in a bad way, mind you, just… unexpected. He was shorter than I usually went for, with a wiry build and a mischievous grin that seemed permanently etched onto his face. But it was his confidence that had initially drawn me in. He had this air about him, like he knew something I didn’t, and it was both intriguing and infuriating.

Our first date had been a disaster, or so I thought. We’d met at a trendy cocktail bar, and I’d immediately felt out of place. The music was too loud, the crowd too young, and Leo… well, Leo had shown up in a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt that read “Tongue Fu Master.” I’d almost walked out right then and there, but something about his cocky smile had stopped me.

“You look like you’re about to bolt,” he’d said, sliding into the booth across from me. “Don’t. I promise I’m worth the trouble.”

I’d raised an eyebrow, taking in his disheveled appearance. “Big words for a guy who’s already striking out with his fashion choices.”

He’d laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Fashion’s overrated. It’s what’s underneath that counts.”

I’d rolled my eyes, but his words had lingered in my mind. What was underneath, indeed. As we’d talked, I’d discovered that Leo was a successful entrepreneur, having built a thriving online business from scratch. He was intelligent, witty, and had a passion for live music that rivaled my own. But it was his unapologetic love for pleasing women that had really caught my attention.

“I’m a giver,” he’d said, his eyes locking onto mine. “I live to make women feel good. It’s my superpower.”

I’d snorted, taking a sip of my cocktail. “That’s a bold claim. What’s your secret weapon?”

He’d leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “My tongue. I’m a fucking maestro with it. I can make a woman scream with just a few well-placed licks.”

I’d felt a flush creep up my neck, surprised by his bluntness. “That’s quite the boast. You must have a lot of… practice.”

He’d grinned, unfazed by my skepticism. “You could say that. But don’t just take my word for it. Give me a shot, Carol. Let me show you what I can do.”

I’d hesitated, torn between my initial impression of him and the undeniable spark that had ignited between us. In the end, curiosity had gotten the better of me. “Fine,” I’d said, meeting his gaze. “But if you’re all talk, I’m walking.”

He’d held up his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Deal. But I’m warning you, once you go down this road, there’s no turning back.”

Little did I know how right he’d be.

As the weeks went by, Leo had proven himself to be a man of his word. He was attentive, charming, and had a knack for making me feel like the most desirable woman in the room. But it was his skills in the bedroom that had truly blown me away.

He’d started slow, taking his time to explore every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. His touch was gentle yet firm, his lips soft and insistent as he kissed his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower. I’d felt myself melting into the mattress, my breath coming in short gasps as he teased and tantalized me.

And then, his tongue. Oh, his tongue. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. He’d begun with soft, feather-light licks, tracing the outline of my lips, my jaw, my earlobes. I’d shivered, my skin prickling with anticipation as he slowly made his way downward.

His mouth had found my breasts, and I’d moaned, arching my back as he suckled and nipped at my hardened peaks. His tongue swirled and flicked, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through my body.

But it was when he’d finally reached my core that the real magic had begun. He’d spread my legs wide, his fingers gently parting my folds as he gazed up at me with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he’d murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”

I’d felt a rush of desire, my clit throbbing with anticipation as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate path up my slit. I’d gasped, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

His tongue was everywhere, lapping and sucking, flicking and probing, driving me wild with need. He’d found my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, teasing and tormenting me with his lips and teeth.

I’d cried out, my hips bucking as he worked his magic, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me open as his tongue continued its relentless assault. It was too much, yet not nearly enough. I’d felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the force of my impending release.

“Leo, please,” I’d begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you to fuck me.”

He’d chuckled, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. “Not yet, beautiful. I want to make you come with just my tongue. Let me show you what I can do.”

And he had. Over and over again. Each orgasm had been more intense than the last, crashing over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and boneless in its wake. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come, my body wracked with pleasure as Leo’s tongue worked its magic.

At one point, I’d felt myself hovering on the edge of consciousness, the pleasure so overwhelming that I’d thought I might faint. But Leo had been there, his strong arms holding me steady, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered words of encouragement.

“Let go, Carol,” he’d murmured. “Give in to it. I’ve got you.”

And I had. I’d surrendered to the sensation, my body convulsing as I’d screamed his name, my release flooding his mouth as he drank me in, his tongue never stopping, never slowing, until I was a quivering, sobbing mess.

In the aftermath, as I’d lain there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my orgasms, Leo had smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Told you I was good,” he’d said, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I’d managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you were incredible.”

He’d kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “And you, my dear, were a delight. But we’re just getting started. I have so much more to show you.”

As I stood on that rooftop, the memory of that night sending a shiver down my spine, I knew that Leo was right. We were just getting started. And as much as I tried to deny it, I was hooked. Hooked on his charm, his confidence, and most of all, his tongue.

The thought of him sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I was a 42-year-old woman, a successful businesswoman with a taste for the finer things in life. I’d had my fair share of lovers, but none of them had ever made me feel the way Leo did.

With his mischievous grin, his quick wit, and his unparalleled skills in the bedroom, he’d managed to crack through my carefully constructed walls, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, satisfied.

I spotted him across the rooftop, his eyes locked onto mine. He was talking to a group of people, but his gaze never wavered, never faltered. It was like he was willing me to come to him, to surrender to the inevitable.

And I did. With a deep breath, I made my way through the crowd, my heart pounding in anticipation. Leo’s eyes lit up as I approached, his smile widening as he took my hand, pulling me into his embrace.

“There you are,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I shivered, my body responding to his touch as he led me away from the crowd, towards a secluded corner of the rooftop. The city lights twinkled below, a dazzling backdrop to the passion that was about to unfold.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He chuckled, his hands roaming over my curves as he pressed me against the wall. “That’s the idea, beautiful. I want to be the only thing on your mind.”

His lips found mine, hungry and demanding, as his hands slid down to grasp my hips, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing into my thigh, and I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered to the moment.

His mouth trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin as he whispered dark, dirty promises in my ear. “I’m going to make you scream, Carol. I’m going to lick you, fuck you, until you can’t take anymore.”

I gasped, my body arching into his as his hands slid up my thighs, parting my legs as he dipped his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he devoured me, his tongue and lips working their magic, driving me wild with need.

The night air was cool against my skin, but Leo’s mouth was hot, his tongue a scorching brand as he lapped and sucked, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me open as he feasted on my pussy. I was lost, drowning in a sea of pleasure, my body convulsing as I teetered on the edge of release.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you were incredible.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “And you, my dear, were a delight. But we’re just getting started. I have so much more to show you.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew that he was right. We were just getting started. And as I looked into his eyes, I saw a glimpse of the future, a future filled with passion, pleasure, and most of all, Leo’s tongue.

As the night wore on, Leo and I explored every inch of each other’s bodies, our desires escalating with each touch, each kiss. He was a master of his craft, his tongue a weapon of mass seduction as he licked, sucked, and nipped his way across my skin.

I was putty in his hands, my body responding to his every whim as he guided me through a labyrinth of pleasure. He was gentle yet firm, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my veins as he teased and tantalized me.

At one point, he had me spread across the hood of his car, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth as he devoured me. His tongue was everywhere, lapping and sucking, his fingers sliding inside me as he drove me wild with need.

“Leo, I can’t take anymore,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of release.

He chuckled, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. “Oh, but you can, beautiful. You can take so much more.”

And he was right. As he continued his relentless assault, I felt myself spiraling out of control, my body convulsing as I screamed his name, my release flooding his mouth as he drank me in, his tongue never stopping, never slowing, until I was a quivering, sobbing mess.

In the aftermath, as I lay there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my orgasms, Leo smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you make me feel amazing.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “That’s my job, beautiful. To make you feel desired, wanted, and most of all, satisfied.”

As we drove back to my place, the city lights twinkling in the distance, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Leo had been true to his word, delivering on his promise of on-demand orgasms and unparalleled pleasure.

But as we pulled up to my building, I felt a twinge of uncertainty. What did this all mean? Were we just having fun, or was there something more?

Leo must have sensed my hesitation, because he turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine. “Carol, I know this might be moving fast, but I can’t help the way I feel about you. You’re incredible, and I want to be with you. All of you.”

I felt a lump form in my throat, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “Leo, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled, reaching out to take my hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As we sat there, our hands entwined, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, I had found something special in Leo. Something that went beyond the physical, beyond the pleasure he brought me.

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was willing to take the risk, to see where this journey would lead. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, loved.

As we got out of the car, Leo’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. “Ready for round two?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I shivered, my body responding to his touch as I smiled, meeting his gaze. “Always.”

And with that, we walked into the night, hand in hand, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Together.

The days that followed were a blur of passion and pleasure, each moment with Leo more intense than the last. He was a constant presence in my life, his tongue and hands working their magic as he devoured me, body and soul.

We explored every fantasy, every desire, pushing the boundaries of our passion as we discovered new heights of pleasure. Leo was a master of his craft, his skills in the bedroom unparalleled as he licked, sucked, and fucked his way into my heart.

But it wasn’t just about the physical. As we spent more time together, I found myself opening up to Leo, sharing my hopes, my dreams, and my fears. He was a patient listener, his words of encouragement and support giving me the strength to face my challenges head-on.

And through it all, his tongue remained his secret weapon, his mouth a source of endless pleasure as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last.

One night, as we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies glistening with sweat, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a surprise for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, reaching under the bed to produce a small, velvet-lined box. “I know we’ve been taking things slow, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I want you to have this.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I opened the box, my eyes widening as I saw the sparkling diamond necklace nestled inside. “Leo, this is… incredible.”

He took the necklace from the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he fastened it around my neck. “It’s not just a necklace, Carol. It’s a symbol of my commitment to you. I want to be with you, to love you, and to pleasure you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as I threw my arms around him, holding him tight. “Leo, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled, his lips brushing against my ear. “You don’t have to say anything, beautiful. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As we held each other, the diamond necklace sparkling in the dim light, I knew that I had found something special in Leo. Something that went beyond the physical, beyond the pleasure he brought me.

I had found love.

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was willing to take the risk, to see where this journey would lead. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, loved.

The weeks turned into months, and our love continued to grow, fueled by passion, pleasure, and a deep sense of connection. Leo’s tongue remained his secret weapon, his mouth a source of endless delight as he brought me to new heights of ecstasy.

But it was the little things that truly made our relationship special. The way he’d surprise me with my favorite flowers, or cook me dinner after a long day at work. The way he’d listen to me, really listen, as I shared my thoughts and feelings.

And through it all, his love and devotion never wavered. He was my rock, my confidant, and my ultimate pleasure-giver.

One night, as we lay in each other’s arms, the city lights twinkling outside our window, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a proposition for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “I want to take you on a trip. Just you and me, somewhere exotic, where we can explore new fantasies, new desires.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I met his gaze. “That sounds incredible. Where do you want to go?”

His eyes sparkled with anticipation. “How about a private island, just off the coast of Thailand? We can spend our days lounging on the beach, and our nights exploring each other’s bodies, pushing the boundaries of our passion.”

I shivered, my body responding to his words as I smiled, throwing my arms around him. “I love it. When do we leave?”

He chuckled, his lips brushing against my ear. “As soon as you’re ready, beautiful. Because with you, I’m ready for anything.”

And with that, we began planning our adventure, our love and passion fueling our excitement as we anticipated the pleasures that lay ahead.

As the days turned into weeks, our anticipation grew, until finally, the day of our departure arrived. We boarded the plane, our hearts racing with excitement as we embarked on our journey to the private island.

The flight was long, but Leo’s touch, his kisses, and his whispered promises made the time fly by. We arrived on the island, the warm sun and gentle breeze a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Our villa was a luxurious oasis, nestled among the palm trees, with a private beach and a stunning view of the ocean. Leo had thought of everything, from the chilled champagne waiting for us, to the rose petals scattered across the bed.

As we explored our surroundings, Leo’s hand never left mine, his touch a constant reminder of his love and devotion. We spent our days lounging on the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear waters, and exploring the island’s hidden coves and secret waterfalls.

But it was the nights that truly came alive, as Leo’s tongue and hands worked their magic, bringing me to new heights of pleasure. We explored every fantasy, every desire, pushing the boundaries of our passion as we discovered new ways to pleasure each other.

One night, as we lay on the beach, the stars twinkling above us, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a special treat for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, reaching into his bag to produce a small, silk-lined box. “I know how much you love my tongue, so I thought I’d give you a little extra something to play with.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I opened the box, my eyes widening as I saw the sparkling diamond-encrusted vibrator nestled inside. “Leo, this is… incredible.”

He took the vibrator from the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he turned it on, the soft hum sending a shiver down my spine. “I want to use this on you, Carol. I want to make you scream, to push you to the edge and beyond.”

I shivered, my body responding to his words as I nodded, meeting his gaze. “I’m ready, Leo. Take me there.”

And he did. With the vibrator buzzing against my clit, Leo’s tongue and fingers worked their magic, bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm that left me shaking and sobbing with pleasure.

As I lay there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my release, Leo smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you make me feel amazing.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “That’s my job, beautiful. To make you feel desired, wanted, and most of all, satisfied.”

As our trip came to an end, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. I didn’t want to leave this paradise, this world of pleasure and passion that Leo had created for us.

But as we boarded the plane, Leo’s hand never left mine, his touch a constant reminder of his love and devotion. We had created memories that would last a lifetime, and I knew that our love would only continue to grow, fueled by the passion and pleasure that we shared.

As we flew back to reality, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I had found my soulmate in Leo, my partner in pleasure and in life. And with him by my side, I knew that I could face anything, that I could take on the world.

Because with Leo, I was home.

The Babysitter’s Secret

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I still remember those steamy summer days when I was a young, carefree babysitter, my name back then was Brooke. I was in my early twenties, with a body that turned heads wherever I went. Long, golden blonde hair cascaded down my back, framing my striking green eyes and a face that, even I had to admit, was quite beautiful. My curves were generous, with a slender waist accentuating my ample C-cup breasts and a round, firm ass that I knew drove men wild. I had a reputation for being a bit of a tease, but I was always in control, and I loved the power I held over men.

One of my regular babysitting gigs was for a family with a young daughter, a sweet little girl who was usually fast asleep by the time I arrived. Her father, Mark, was a tall, dark-haired man in his late thirties, with a ruggedly handsome face and a body that hinted at a former athletic career. He always greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on my body a little too long, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I quite enjoyed the attention.

Mark and I had an unspoken understanding. He knew I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. After all, his wife was oblivious to the desires burning in his eyes whenever I was around. I could see the hunger in him, the way he tried to hide his arousal whenever I bent over to pick up the little girl’s toys. It was a game we played, a dance of seduction that we both relished.

One evening, after putting the little girl to bed, Mark offered to drive me home as usual, even though my apartment was only a few blocks away. I knew this was his way of extending our time together, and I happily accepted. As we stepped out of the house, the warm summer air caressed my skin, and I felt a tingle of anticipation. I was wearing a short sundress, the hem flirting with my thighs, and a pair of strappy sandals that made my legs look endless.

Mark opened the car door for me, his eyes never leaving my body. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my bare thighs. He got in on the driver’s side, and I could see the bulge in his pants, a clear indication of his desire. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was electric.

“You know, Brooke,” he said, his voice low and husky, “I really appreciate you taking such good care of my daughter. It’s not easy for me to find someone I trust.”

I smiled, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m glad I can help, Mark. I know how important it is for parents to have some time to themselves.” I leaned back in the seat, letting my dress ride up a little higher, giving him a glimpse of my smooth, tanned thighs.

Mark cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on my legs. “I wanted to show my appreciation. I know you’re a young woman with needs, and I’d like to help you with that.” His voice was steady, but I could sense the effort it took for him to maintain his composure.

I bit my lower lip, feigning innocence. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that, Mark?” I knew exactly where this was going, but I wanted to hear him say it.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Well, I was thinking… maybe you could use a little extra cash. I could give you a… tip, let’s say, for your services.” His eyes flickered to my chest, then back to the road as he started the car.

I laughed softly, a throaty sound that I knew drove him wild. “Oh, Mark, you’re too kind. I do have some expenses, and a little extra money would certainly be helpful.” I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath my touch. “But I’m not sure I understand what you mean by ‘services’.”

Mark’s breath caught, and I felt his thigh tremble under my hand. “I think you know, Brooke. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you tease me. I want you, and I know you want me too.” He paused, his eyes darting to mine, searching for confirmation.

I didn’t say a word, but my silence spoke volumes. I let my hand slide higher up his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. Mark’s breath quickened, and I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’ll give you more than just a tip. But we have to be discreet. My wife can never know.”

I nodded, my fingers inching closer to his erection. “Don’t worry, Mark. Your secret is safe with me. And I promise, I’ll take very good care of you.”

With that, I unbuckled his belt, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. Mark’s breath was coming in short gasps as I reached into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his thick, throbbing cock. It was hot and hard in my palm, and I stroked it slowly, feeling the veins pulsing under my touch.

“Oh, fuck, Brooke,” he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. “That feels so good.”

I smiled, my green eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I aim to please, Mark. And I want you to feel really good.” I leaned over, my dress falling open to reveal my bare breasts, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

Mark’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft. I could hear his labored breathing, the soft, desperate moans escaping his lips as I deep-throated him, taking him as far as I could.

“Oh God, Brooke, you’re incredible,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him.

I pulled back, my hand replacing my mouth, stroking him firmly as I spoke. “I want you to come for me, Mark. I want to feel your hot cum all over my tits.”

Mark’s eyes widened, and he nodded frantically, his self-control slipping away. I leaned back, my breasts heaving with anticipation, and continued to stroke his cock, my hand slick with pre-cum.

“That’s it, baby, fuck yeah,” he groaned, his eyes locked on my hand. “Squeeze it, stroke it, make me come for you.”

I obeyed, tightening my grip and pumping my hand faster, my thumb rubbing the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock. Mark’s hips bucked off the seat, his hands gripping the headrest as he neared his climax.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, Brooke!” he cried out, his body tensing.

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I aimed his throbbing cock at my cleavage. With a few more strokes, Mark’s cock erupted, shooting hot ropes of cum that splattered across my chest, coating my skin with his release.

I giggled, my eyes sparkling with delight as I rubbed his cum into my skin, smearing it across my breasts and neck. “That was amazing, Mark. I love how you paint my body with your cum.”

Mark slumped back in his seat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I smiled, my hand still stroking his softening cock. “Well, I’m glad I could help you with your ‘needs’, Mark. And I’m always happy to accept a generous tip.” I winked at him, my green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mark laughed, a nervous, relieved sound. “You’re incredible, Brooke. I’ll make sure you get your tip. And I’ll be sure to call on your services again soon.”

I blew him a kiss as I got out of the car, my sundress falling back into place. “I’ll be waiting for your call, Mark. And remember, my rates are very reasonable.”

As I walked back to my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. Mark was just one of many men who had fallen under my spell, willing to pay for the pleasure of my body. I was a woman in control, and I loved every thrilling moment of it.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a secret, steamy affair that would push the boundaries of our desires and test the limits of our discretion. But for now, I savored the taste of Mark’s desire on my lips and the feel of his cum on my skin, a reminder of the power I held over this married man.

The Vibrating Panties

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I had been eagerly anticipating my lunch break all morning, my mind drifting to the naughty surprise my boyfriend had in store for me. He had always been a playful lover, but this time, he had outdone himself with a unique gift. I couldn’t wait to experience the pleasure he had promised.

As a psychologist, my days were often filled with listening to my patients’ intimate problems, offering guidance and support. It was a rewarding yet emotionally demanding profession, and I cherished my lunch breaks as a much-needed respite. Usually, I would take a quiet moment to myself, but today was different. Today, I had something far more exciting planned.

The day before, my boyfriend had hinted at a special treat, a new toy he had ordered just for me. I was intrigued, knowing his penchant for kinky surprises. When I arrived home, he presented me with a small, elegant box, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Inside, I discovered a pair of black silk panties, seemingly ordinary at first glance. But as I examined them closer, I noticed a discreet bulge at the front, indicating a hidden vibrator.

“These are remote-controlled,” he explained, his voice low and seductive. “I can control the vibrations from my phone, and you can wear them under your clothes without anyone knowing. I thought it would be fun to play with them during your lunch break tomorrow.”

My heart raced at the thought. I loved the idea of being at the mercy of his control, especially in such a public setting. I imagined the thrill of trying to maintain my composure while my body betrayed me, succumbing to the pleasure he commanded.

“Sounds like a delicious plan,” I purred, running my fingers along the smooth fabric. “I’ll make sure to wear them under my skirt tomorrow. Just thinking about it is making me wet already.”

He grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I make you cum in the middle of your session, Ava. Just remember to keep your moans quiet.”

I blushed, knowing my boyfriend’s playful nature, but also feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of such a daring game. I agreed to his plan, my mind already spinning with the possibilities.

The next day, I woke up feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I carefully selected a tight pencil skirt and a silk blouse, ensuring the outfit would accentuate my curves while providing easy access to the panties. As I slipped the silk underwear over my bare skin, I felt a tingle of excitement. The remote-controlled vibrator nestled perfectly against my clit, waiting to be activated.

I arrived at my office, greeting my receptionist with a smile. I could feel the panties buzzing softly against my most sensitive spot with each step, a constant reminder of the naughty game I was about to play. I settled into my chair, my mind already drifting to the sensations I would soon experience.

My first patient arrived, a young woman struggling with anxiety. As I listened to her concerns, I felt a sudden jolt between my legs, causing me to shift in my seat. My boyfriend had started the vibrations, a gentle tease to let me know he was ready to play. I focused on my patient, trying to ignore the building pleasure.

As the session progressed, the vibrations intensified. I felt my body responding, my nipples hardening beneath my blouse, my breath quickening. I tried to concentrate on the woman’s words, but my mind kept wandering to the sensations coursing through my body. I could feel my pussy growing wetter, the vibrator teasing my clit relentlessly.

Just as I was about to reach for a tissue to wipe away the evidence of my arousal, my phone buzzed with a message from my boyfriend. “I bet you’re getting wet for me, aren’t you, Ava? I can’t wait to make you cum, but first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I bit my lip, struggling to maintain my composure. My patient was opening up to me, sharing her deepest fears, and here I was, being tormented by my boyfriend’s remote-controlled toy. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the session, but my body was betraying me.

The vibrations continued, building in intensity with each passing minute. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a position that would offer some relief, but the vibrator seemed to know exactly how to torment me. My clit throbbed, aching for release, while my pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Are you okay, Dr. Ava?” my patient asked, her voice filled with concern. “You seem a little distracted.”

I forced a smile, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I have a bit of a headache. Please, continue. I’m here to listen.”

She nodded, her expression softening, and resumed sharing her struggles. I tried to focus on her words, but the vibrations were relentless. My boyfriend was determined to push me to the edge, and I could feel my control slipping away.

Just as my patient was reaching a critical point in her story, the vibrations suddenly stopped, leaving me gasping for breath. I glanced down at my phone, expecting a message from my boyfriend, but there was nothing. My heart raced as I realized he must be watching me, enjoying the sight of my body trembling with need.

The silence was short-lived, as the vibrations returned with renewed intensity. I bit back a moan, my body shaking with the effort to remain composed. My patient’s words became a distant hum as I struggled to keep my eyes focused on her.

“Dr. Ava, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. “You seem… different.”

I managed a weak smile, my body trembling. “I’m fine, really. Just a bit tired, that’s all. Please, go on.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching mine, but eventually, she continued with her story. I tried to pay attention, but my mind was consumed by the sensations coursing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, an overwhelming wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.

Just as I was about to surrender to the inevitable climax, my phone buzzed again. “I want you to cum, Ava,” my boyfriend’s message read. “But not yet. I want to hear you beg for it first.”

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought to control my body’s response. I wanted to scream, to beg him to let me cum, but I couldn’t risk my patient hearing. I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and focused on the woman’s words, desperately trying to regain my composure.

The vibrations continued, relentless in their pursuit of my pleasure. I felt my body tremeling, my legs weak, as I struggled to stay seated. My patient’s voice became a distant murmur, drowned out by the building pressure between my legs.

“Dr. Ava, I think you should take a break,” she said, her voice filled with concern. “You don’t look well. Maybe we can continue another time?”

I shook my head, my eyes pleading with her to understand. “No, I’m fine. I just need a moment. Please, keep talking.”

She hesitated, her expression filled with doubt, but she continued, her words a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. I focused on her voice, using it as an anchor to keep me grounded as the vibrations pushed me closer to the edge.

As the session drew to a close, my body was trembling with the effort to contain the orgasm that threatened to consume me. My boyfriend’s final message had been clear—he wanted me to cum, but only when he allowed it. I managed to maintain my composure, my body shaking with the effort, as my patient thanked me and left the room.

The moment the door closed, I collapsed back into my chair, my body quivering with unreleased desire. I fumbled with my phone, my fingers trembling, and sent a message to my boyfriend. “Please, let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

His response was swift and merciless. “Not yet, my naughty girl. I want to hear you beg. Tell me how much you need to cum.”

I bit my lip, my body aching with need. “I need it so much. Please, I’m begging you. Let me cum for you.”

“Not yet,” he replied, his words a cruel tease. “First, I want you to stand up and face the window. I want to see you lose control.”

I hesitated, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but my body craved release. I stood up, my legs weak, and turned to face the large window overlooking the city. My heart raced as I realized my boyfriend was watching, waiting for me to surrender to the pleasure he controlled.

The vibrations intensified, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, my hands gripping the windowsill as I tried to remain standing. I could feel my orgasm building, an overwhelming force that threatened to consume me.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Cum for me, Ava,” his voice commanded through the phone’s speaker. “Let me see you lose control.”

His words were like a match to a powder keg, igniting the explosion within me. My body trembled as I surrendered to the climax, my legs giving way as I collapsed against the window. I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

I stood there, my body shaking, as the orgasm slowly subsided. My boyfriend’s laughter filled the room, a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. I turned to face him, my cheeks flushed and my body still quivering.

“You’re a wicked man,” I said, my voice breathless. “But I loved every second of it.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I know you did, my naughty girl. And this is just the beginning. I have so many more ways to torment you with these panties.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me. But for now, I think I need a moment to recover.”

He laughed, his eyes filled with desire. “Take your time, my love. But remember, I control these panties, and I plan on using them to drive you wild.”

I straightened my skirt, my body still tingling with the aftermath of the intense orgasm. “I can’t wait, my love. Just promise me you’ll give me a heads up next time. I nearly lost control in front of my patient.”

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “That’s the beauty of it, Ava. You never know when I’ll decide to play. Now, go freshen up. I’ll be waiting for you at home, ready to continue our game.”

I nodded, my heart racing at the thought of what he had planned. I quickly tidied myself up, my body still buzzing with pleasure, and prepared to leave for the day. As I walked out of my office, I couldn’t help but smile, already looking forward to the next time my boyfriend would use his remote-controlled toy to drive me wild.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a deliciously naughty adventure, one that would push the boundaries of my pleasure and submission.