The Queen City

It’s Saturday. Early evening after dinner. You have served me well. With a little soreness from the fuckings. Marks on your ass that won’t fade for days. Nipples that feel like you have been body surfing without a bra.

So I prepare you a bath of soothing salts. Wash you gently with a sea sponge. Dozens of candles flickering in the bathroom. Classical music. Dry you off with a heated towel. Carry you to bed. Carry you to bed. Lie you in the middle of your bed. Put a fluffy pillow under your ass.

Suck, lick, nibble and pinch My pussy. Making you ask cum three times before I say “yes.”

Making you ride that big cock until you cum again. Telling you when I am about to cum so you can take the seed in your mouth. Trying to find sleep in each other’s arms, but no, our bodies are drawn to each other again. I fuck you on top. Spilling a few tired drops on your smooth belly.

Tomorrow, our last day, but not last time. I will fuck you hard. Making you sore well into the week. Remembering Me with each step.

Published in: on June 23, 2008 at 4:41 pm  Leave a Comment  

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