If I Thought That You’d Be Able To Stay Focused In Your Meetings, I Would Probably Do This More Often

This was my experience when you texted me about how you wanted to try going down on me for 20-30 minutes

It’s too fun texting her perverted things while she’s in public. Sitting there reading the filthy things I want to do to her, telling her in detail how much I want to ruin her. But she’s just there, sitting and not being able to touch herself. Pressing her legs together, trying to make herself feel good in anyway she can but it’s still not enough, is it princess? It must be so frustrating being wet in public, unable to touch yourself, trying to hide the fact you’re going feral. God isn’t that the cutest little thing..

my perspective

You had me on my knees, chest exposed, arms raised to my head. For a while I thought you would deny me the enjoyment of sucking your cock, and instead choose to keep me kneeling there just for your visual enjoyment. And for a moment I couldn’t tell what would arouse me more: being your fuck toy or being your very own work of art. But as I grew wet at the thought of you fucking my mouth, it became clear to me which option I wanted more.  

When you undid your pants, I felt the instinct to bring my hands down but quickly stopped myself. Wanting to use my hands to touch you while I sucked your cock but not being able to had me dripping. You placed no physical restrictions on my body and yet I was incapable of moving simply because you demanded it. The thought of how submissive I could become for you had me on the edge of orgasm without even being touched. 

The lack of my hands forced me to get creative. I had become so accustomed to a specific set of motions but I had been pulled out of my element. Initially I felt awkward. I thought my movements were jerky and lacking in rhythm. But I adjusted and began to lose myself in the feeling of your cock sliding against my tongue. I realized that without my hands, the moisture of my saliva could collect. The effect was a slippery silkiness that had me aching. I experimentally licked the length of your shaft and reveled in the way it made you shudder. You told me to do it more and the thought of pleasing you made me ravenous. I followed your directions without question for as long as you wanted it.  

But you stopped me to go close the curtain for additional privacy and I foolishly let my hands drop, thinking that the mood had broken. But you turned around and reminded me of my place with a simple “why  did you drop your arms?” My wetness had dropped to my inner thighs by that point. The thought of having broken a rule that could warrant punishment excited me. You eventually let me drop my hands and I had them placed on my thighs. Somewhere in the midst of all this I had the thought of moving my hand to touch myself. I wanted to. I almost ached with how badly I needed to be touched. But I knew I couldn’t. You hadn’t allowed it and i knew better than to do something without your permission. 

I don’t know how it happened but I found myself on my hands and knees. I can’t remember if you verbally told me to get in the position or if you physically put me in it. Either way I was thrilled. With each smack I got closer to orgasm. This is what I had always wanted. To be punished and degraded for some infraction. I lost myself in the number of spanks and a part of me wishes you had asked me to count them. I don’t think I would’ve been able to. Some part of my brain registered the wanton moans i released with every spank and a small part of my brain was concerned about someone hearing. Somehow the thought of people hearing you reduce me to a moaning whimpering mess only made me more aroused. I remember you telling me to look ahead and I realized that I had dropped my head inadvertently. When you grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand I wondered if you would use your other to force your fingers into my mouth. I would’ve sucked automatically. Instead you leaned into my ear and whispered the most erotic things. I have never come without being touched but I wondered if those would be the words that finally made it happen. 

You brought me up off my hands and moved over to your chair. You invited me to kneel before you and suck your cock again. The thing I had always wanted. The position I wanted more than anything for so long. To be your desk pet. To lay at your feet pleasuring you until you told me to stop. The experience lived up to my every expectation. Everything in my brain had quieted. The singular thought was you and making you cum. Even when you did, I couldn’t help but keep my mouth entirely wrapped around your cock. A part of me hoped you would just let me be your cock warmer for a bit longer, but I knew the moment was over. 

I got up from my knees ready to lay next to you while I replayed the interaction in my head. I knew that in my haze of lust, I would forget details and I had the thought of asking you to write about it. Something I could reread and bring myself to orgasm over.   

But you began touching me. I was shocked and it must’ve shown because you said “I know what you’re thinking. I came so it must be over.” I nodded dumbly because I had been thinking exactly that but you clearly had other plans. Your hand moved to my underwear and gave the band a quick tug. “Off.” I’ve always loved that. With one simple word I just expose myself so fully to you without a second thought. All thoughts of modesty completely gone. You trace a finger up my slit, gathering up my wetness which you use to circle my clit. In an instant I’m coming. Once. Twice. Probably a third fourth and fifth if you let me. I’m always lost when you make me come. Completely reduced to incoherent begging. As I come down from my lust haze I know for sure that I’ll forget these details and so I ask “I know it’s a lot of work but could you write about this?” You give me a smile and a quick kiss on the nose, almost as if my request is childlike. As you agree and take me in your arms again my heart is warm and I’m complete. 

I’ll admit that post-shower isn’t ideal, but I’d be willing to entertain it. As it stands, I’m not against any of these, but let’s talk and figure out where the boundaries are.

Turn my head from the book I am reading and face-fuck me instead. Take me from behind while I am preparing our dinner. Grope my breasts and finger me, when I am doing my makeup. Make me sit on your lap and grind into me, while I am playing video games. Use me as a cock sleeve, when we are watching a movie. Pull my bottoms down and eat me out, while I am on the phone. Push me up against the bathroom door and cum on me, just after I took a shower. Wake me up by cuming in me, groaning into my ear.

Use me when I least expect it. Fuck me whenever you want to.

sometimes there’s this…

Imagine me softly jerking you off, my hand over your mouth muffling your moans.

Usually, I’d love to hear you darling, but today, I want to see how quiet you can be.

I want to touch your pretty cock until you cant take it anymore, looking at me, begging for permission to cum.

I think I remember you telling me at some point that you don’t find boobs (or really any part of the body) inherently arousing. Which makes me think that you’re less aroused by the body itself and more by the position that the body is in. So let’s make a slight modification to this:

*I send you pics of me kneeling with my tongue out and my hand in between my legs and you send me whimpering audios of you jerking yourself off to it.

Date idea: I send you pics of my boobs and you send me whimpering audios of you jerking yourself off to it.

I love you giving me the illusion of choice when you’re the one entirely in control

This used to be a serious fantasy of mine. I mean, it probably still is, but now it’s hard to say whether this is just hot in theory or if I’d actually like it in practice. One the one hand, I do think the notion of doing some risqué and potentially getting caught is exciting and arousing. But my concern is that the fear of getting caught and facing real life consequences would kill the fun of it. I’m curious if there’s a way to simulate the mental states of a scenario like this while actually being in a controlled/consequence free environment.

oh you want me to fuck you somewhere risky huh? me dragging you to a stall and pulling your wet panties to the side while telling you to better shut up unless you want to get caught and force myself inside your cunt sounds good, right baby? i’ll use you so good that you can’t even try to keep your filthy sounds in. i wanna see you panic when someone comes in and watch your shaky hand covering your mouth. i’ll lean down to whisper in your ear “don’t try to act like you’re something else than a whore, sweetie. if you were actually decent, you’d be pushing me away but yet… your pretty pussy is sucking me in even more, she doesn’t want me to pull out hm?”

i’ll slow down to let you catch your breath and tell you to calm down cause the person outside is already gone. you’re so dumb and easy you’ll believe me but you’ll feel your heart drop when i spank your ass so hard that a voice asks “is everything okay?”

Who’s to say I haven’t already been edging for you? Should I count the ones from the past two days or would you like me to start from zero?

Deny yourself for me, pet. Tonight and in the morning. Maybe more. Whatever it takes so that when I get back home, you are as insatiable for me as I feel for you right now. ❤️

Count your edges. I’ll ask you how many times you’ve edged, and if I like the number, I’ll let you cum.

If not… well, we’ll get you there 😈

I think we do both pretty well ☺️

You can have both

God this one is so appealing, and I don’t have a total understanding of why. It’s hard to explain how I can like sex with you when it’s very methodically discussed/agreed upon and I can also like sex with you when there’s less dialogue and there’s instead just one person taking charge and having their way with the other. My best guess is that there’s a deep feeling of safety that I have with you that even when you’re treating me like your toy, I know it won’t be in a way that harms me.

i dont know man. Either way I’m super turned on now and I want this real bad. Another pro of not having roommates is that this becomes achievable 👹

touch me like you own me. come up behind me and squeeze my tits while we're cooking. flip up my skirt whenever I bend over, slide my panties to the side and wet your fingers there. put them in my mouth afterward. make me spread my legs and show you my pretty cunt while you work.

just, treat me like your favourite toy