He just watches.

Elbow on chair arm, cheek in hand, gaze fixed on me.

On my cunt in fact.

I stretch my thighs wide, showing him even more.

My exhibitionist streak shines through, for him. Just for him.

His command makes me brave.

“Come for me.” He said.

Those words themselves a turn on.

I am wet, soaked, full of his cum.

My finger pad slides and slips

Following folds and dips

Inciting passion.

Moans and gasps,

Wriggles and stretches and he still just watches on.

Tousled hair, his as mine,

Naked bodies still warm with each other’s embrace.

Separated by air and strength of will,

His will.

I want to tease put on a show,

To make him pant and wiggle and squirm

But I can’t.

The pleasure rises and bubbles

Switch firmly on.

I close my eyes and beg him,

Not forgetting my manners.

“Can I come?”



Small word bursts through the last wall

Letting fall

All the ecstasy stored inside.

Panting, shaking, coming back to the world.

“Good girl.”

His words provoke a smile.

I peek under heavy lids.

He is smiling too.


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