It’s not often, but occasionally I get to watch. Most of the time when we fuck both of our hands roam, or he touches me, or I touch myself, so watching him take his cock in hand is a rare treat. Then again, you’re supposed to get treats on your birthday.
Another day, another email.
“My dearest slut,
Today you will wear your medium metal plug as you go about your daily activities. You may only remove it once to reapply lube it, so make sure prepare well. You will also wear your silicone chastity cage. Leave they key at home.
I gave her 5 minutes. 5 minutes to pick out a toy she liked, any toy, but she had to pick one that I’d be happy with. She knew the consequences of picking poorly.
“Coming upstairs? There’s laundry to put away.”
Sometimes, it’s not even sexy. Or at least it doesn’t seem that way to start. Sometimes, it’s casual. It starts with a grope here, or a remark there.
“Give me a few minutes. I need to finish this paragraph whilst my brain is working.”
I know why you’re going upstairs, and it’s definitely not to put laundry away – it’s to prepare. Even though the laundry desperately needs to be put away, even though the laundry is all over the floor, and the bed. You’ve gone upstairs with your own agenda.
Fuck Me Out of My Funk This is my first ever post for Masturbation Monday, and it’s the first erotica post I’ve published on this site. I’m only a tiny bit nervous … go easy on me in the comments! __ Sometimes you know what’s caused it. Sometimes you come home, and find me watching horror movies. The only time I watch horror is when my brain shuts down; when I don’t want to do anything but sit, and feel numb. You see that look upon my face, so you sit by me, and whisper dirty words into my ear.…