memory. I enjoy the feel of her creamy skin beneath my hands as I take her mouth with mine. I pull her onto my knees, straddling me. I widen my thighs to open her to my pleasure.
“Temptation,” I pur r. “I love the feel of you beneath my fingertips, and your addictive taste in my mouth.” I slide my fingers over her velvety moist slit, and she eagerly thrusts against my hand.
“You’re so fucking soft and wet,” I groan in shock.
I’m not a lesbian. I’m bisexual by ch oice. By nature, I’m straight. But one hour of my life irrevocably changed my being. I haven’t been able to give or take pleasure from a man since that day. I needed a sexual outlet, and chose women that couldn’t harm me. I’m always in control, and I’ve never allowed them to touch me in return. I get my release through their pleasure. This behavior is what drew me to the lifestyle, and the need to find a man I wouldn’t freak out on- a man I could trust. I crave a Master who can take care of my needs and push me past my comfort zones. I need a Master who can make me forget about the past while I am under his care.
Is Master Ez that man?
“That’s a girl,” I croon to Temptation as she takes her reward by steadily rocking on my palm. Her juices coat my hand and slowly flow down my wrist. Her arousal brings mine. I set my caps into her skin. The points pressing into the delicate flesh of her throat as I hungrily suck, leaving a lasting mark behind. I mark Temptation as mine.
I roughly squeeze her breast luxuriating in the sensation of her flesh giving beneath my fingers. My eyes roll back as a moan breaks past my lips. Her soft hand grips the back of my neck, squeezing, egging me on to suck harder on her neck, bite deeper. She pants and pulls my head closer.
Yeah, Temptation loves biting.
I startle when a hand touches the juncture of my clothed thighs. “Shh, it’s alright.” Ez whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. “I’ll just touch you a little bit, get you comfortable.”
His hand mimics mine as I intimately touch Temptation. My breathy gasps match hers. Master Ez holds me from behind. The heat of his body permeates mine. It warms me from the outside in, all the way to the cold depths of my soul. My master’s heart beats against my back, and mine slows to match the rhythm of his.
The three of us trickle as a battery, eac h feeding the next, connecting- breath, heartbeat, and need, all flowing continuously through us. Temptation’s speed increases as she feverishly rides my palm. Master Ez’s fingertips match the speed, rapidly circling on my fabric-covered pussy. We are close. We will go together. My hand leaves her breast to rest over Master Ez’s hand, to stop him.
“No, I don’t want to come, ” I whimper in warning, panic leaking into my voice. “No,” I cry.
I try to pull Master Ez’s hand away, my sweaty fingertips slip on his skin. He’s too strong. He doesn’t stop, but slows. Anxiety mounts at the thought of climaxing for anyone.
“It’s not what you want, but what you need. Trust me. You’re safe. Just let go.” He gently places a kiss to my lips and I almost lose it.
I fiercely bite his lip, an animal lashing out. I roughly pull away. Ez evilly snickers at me for having the guts to punish my own master.
“Don’t come, T emptation, not until I tell you,” I groan, She was so close, just the flick of a fingertip against her clit or brush of my mouth against her skin. If she goes, I will follow.
Hands grip my breasts- fingers bruisingly pinch my nipples. My hands fly to my breasts, astonished to find Master Ez playing puppeteer with my sub.
“She’s mine, not yours, ” I grumble, fear and anxiety causing me to say things better left unsaid. Possession flows through me. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s touching and telling my sub what to do, or that he’s touching someone other than me. Two women and one man, and I’m too dominant to share. This is a recipe written for
“Temptation,” I pur r. “I love the feel of you beneath my fingertips, and your addictive taste in my mouth.” I slide my fingers over her velvety moist slit, and she eagerly thrusts against my hand.
“You’re so fucking soft and wet,” I groan in shock.
I’m not a lesbian. I’m bisexual by ch oice. By nature, I’m straight. But one hour of my life irrevocably changed my being. I haven’t been able to give or take pleasure from a man since that day. I needed a sexual outlet, and chose women that couldn’t harm me. I’m always in control, and I’ve never allowed them to touch me in return. I get my release through their pleasure. This behavior is what drew me to the lifestyle, and the need to find a man I wouldn’t freak out on- a man I could trust. I crave a Master who can take care of my needs and push me past my comfort zones. I need a Master who can make me forget about the past while I am under his care.
Is Master Ez that man?
“That’s a girl,” I croon to Temptation as she takes her reward by steadily rocking on my palm. Her juices coat my hand and slowly flow down my wrist. Her arousal brings mine. I set my caps into her skin. The points pressing into the delicate flesh of her throat as I hungrily suck, leaving a lasting mark behind. I mark Temptation as mine.
I roughly squeeze her breast luxuriating in the sensation of her flesh giving beneath my fingers. My eyes roll back as a moan breaks past my lips. Her soft hand grips the back of my neck, squeezing, egging me on to suck harder on her neck, bite deeper. She pants and pulls my head closer.
Yeah, Temptation loves biting.
I startle when a hand touches the juncture of my clothed thighs. “Shh, it’s alright.” Ez whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. “I’ll just touch you a little bit, get you comfortable.”
His hand mimics mine as I intimately touch Temptation. My breathy gasps match hers. Master Ez holds me from behind. The heat of his body permeates mine. It warms me from the outside in, all the way to the cold depths of my soul. My master’s heart beats against my back, and mine slows to match the rhythm of his.
The three of us trickle as a battery, eac h feeding the next, connecting- breath, heartbeat, and need, all flowing continuously through us. Temptation’s speed increases as she feverishly rides my palm. Master Ez’s fingertips match the speed, rapidly circling on my fabric-covered pussy. We are close. We will go together. My hand leaves her breast to rest over Master Ez’s hand, to stop him.
“No, I don’t want to come, ” I whimper in warning, panic leaking into my voice. “No,” I cry.
I try to pull Master Ez’s hand away, my sweaty fingertips slip on his skin. He’s too strong. He doesn’t stop, but slows. Anxiety mounts at the thought of climaxing for anyone.
“It’s not what you want, but what you need. Trust me. You’re safe. Just let go.” He gently places a kiss to my lips and I almost lose it.
I fiercely bite his lip, an animal lashing out. I roughly pull away. Ez evilly snickers at me for having the guts to punish my own master.
“Don’t come, T emptation, not until I tell you,” I groan, She was so close, just the flick of a fingertip against her clit or brush of my mouth against her skin. If she goes, I will follow.
Hands grip my breasts- fingers bruisingly pinch my nipples. My hands fly to my breasts, astonished to find Master Ez playing puppeteer with my sub.
“She’s mine, not yours, ” I grumble, fear and anxiety causing me to say things better left unsaid. Possession flows through me. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s touching and telling my sub what to do, or that he’s touching someone other than me. Two women and one man, and I’m too dominant to share. This is a recipe written for
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