Would you like to taste my pot o’ gold?
Or maybe you would like me to be your very freaky Leprechaun?
Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
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Would you like to taste my pot o’ gold?
Or maybe you would like me to be your very freaky Leprechaun?
Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
The text came in arond 1:20 AM “baby? You awake??” I answered yes…. “I need u. lets fuck” Cum Over was my only reply. He must of flown, cuz 8 minutes later there was a knock on my door. I walked across the room, and opened the door. There he stood, my late night booty call, cock bulging in his jeans, his tight white tshirt… I could see his dark hard nipples thru the thin material.
Oh my god, babe! he rushed thru the door, backing me up against the wall, lifting my small frame up with one hand, cupped around my ass. I hadn’t even noticed him hauling his big fat cock out, and it wasn’t until I felt that huge head pushing, insisting, barging its way into my tight wet snatch that I realized he was going to fuck me right there, against the wall! I slid right down onto his cock and wrapped my legs around him. He held me easily with one arm, while the other hand cupped my breast as he hungrily took my nipple into his mouth. It felt so awesome to just be taken that way, I just threw my head back and moaned, his hard cock pounding my g-spot with every thrust. I put my hands up and grabbed the coat rack on the wall behind me. He pulled my hips out, stretching me, and began to fuck me deep and hard, watching my tits bounce. He leaned forward again, devouring my breasts and I was slowly begining to lose all control. Wanna know how this story ends? Or maybe You and I can make up our own ending, maybe with you walking into the room? Call me and lets make it a happy ending.
I had an incredible call last night. I was half asleep in my queen size bed and my soft, silky sheets. I was totally comfortable and settled in when suddenly the phone rang. I had a guy who wanted guided masturbation. I love guided masturbation because I bring you to the point of no return. You will feel like you climaxed over and over but really you haven’t even released yet. When you do explode it will be like nothing you have ever encountered before. You’ll love my seductive ways and my incredibly hot voice. Every bone in your body will be completely relaxed. If you have never done a guided masturbation call or you have many times, I encourage you to give me a call. This is one call you don’t want to miss out on!!!
It pleases me to see that you are learning to find your place Tiffany…there may just be hope for you yet!! I am in the process of divising a plan for our next session…the only question I have is, will you be in the comforts of your own home, or the solitude of another dungeon>??
This makes all of the difference in the world, and I must have an answer ASAP.
As for the other Mistresses… they refuse your presense, as you are yet to be fully trained, and they have not the time nor the patience for such things, and you would make them very angry…I fear they would harm you, in the most irrevocable way….so spoiling you for any further teachings….SO…. Dont get your pretty panties in a twist, just make sure they are sweet and clean for our next time together!! Until then, stay obedient!
K
Today I feel it’s revenge day on my ex-boyfriend. He cheated on me and I left is sorry ass behind but I never got revenge I wanted. I burned his clothes he had at my apartment but that was nothing. I feel he deserves to pay for what he did to me. Not only did he cheat on me he did it with the biggest skank I know and I fucking hate her!! She will get her revenge someday and she better watch her back because I will go after her and it wont be pretty. Actually, it will be pretty fucking bloody! This is my plan: I’m going to grab some chains, show up at his house, fuck him good. While I’m fucking the shit outta him, I will strangle him to the point where his pathetic ass can’t breath. I can’t wait to watch him suffer for the pain he caused me. I want to watch him die a slow death. Let him strugle and laugh at him when he’s lying there aimlessly helpless. Lifes a bitch, ain’t it?
Slave.
1. A person who is held in bondage to another; one who is wholly subject to the will of another; one who is held as a chattel; one who has no freedom of action, but whose person and services are wholly under the control of another.
2. One who has lost the power of resistance; one who surrenders himself to any power whatever; as, a slave to passion, to lust, to strong drink, to ambition.
I kneel up in bed, releasing my bra, slipping it down my arms. I straddle you, still in my panties. You try to find my sex with your fingers.
“No need for that,” I whisper, easing my panties to one side. “I’m already soaking.”
Even as I settle my cunt onto your’ cockhead, you can tell I am very wet. I slip over you in a single, fluid swoop, our flesh connecting as though the fit had been precision machined. Enveloped in warm, wet silk, you let your’ head fall back against the pillow. I open my mouth to release a drawn-out gasp of pleasure, as I lean forward to press my gloriously erect nipple against your’ mouth. You suckle on it greedily, the sounds of your’ delight happily muted by my flesh.
I begin to ride you, slowly, silently, rising up on your’ cock until you are barely inside me, settling back down until the cheeks of my ass rest against your’ balls, until you have nothing left to give me. Up and down, up and down. Your’ mouth crosses from one nipple to the other and back again, as though in a dream, your’ tongue bound in worship to my stiff flesh, lost in the gentle rhythm of our fucking.
I begin to milk you. The velvet walls of my sex tightening around your’ shaft, releasing their hold on you, gripping you again, all as I continue to flow up and down your’ length. Up and down, up and down. Tighten, relax. Tighten, relax. Your’ cock begins to tremble inside me, and I increase the cadence of my strokes, a subtle change, but one I know will quickly draw the sap from your’ flesh. You hold one soft breast to your’ face as you feel your’ orgasm approach. Your’ free hand strokes the small of my back, where dew drops of perspiration have flowered. The hold of my sex becomes tighter, faster, my hushed breathing losing its measured pace as my own climax nears. As my cunt flutteres around your’ shaft, you let go completely, spilling your’ lust inside me in hot, pulsing jets, the pleasure washing over us both in near silence as I milk you of every last drop.