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masks
Masks are impossibly sexy. Perhaps its the suggestion of anonymity, perhaps the isolation of, and focus on, the eyes. Think how different a reaction there is to a blindfold as to a mask.
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It might be that anyone looks sexier in a mask.
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I can’t be there, so I close my eyes and just imagine it.
His hands are beneath my shirt as we spoon, lazy together in bed, fingers grazing my nipples occasionally. Before long, he’s tugging my shirt over my head, wanting to feel closer to me. The layer of fabric so defiantly between his skin and mine is too much to handle any longer. He cups my breasts and I sink into him, snuggling closer and closer as he buries his face in my hair, breathing in deeply like he can’t believe that I’m actually there.
I can believe I’m there, but what I can’t believe is how perfect it feels. He’s growing hard against me, I can feel it, but there’s no rush. I call him a tease and he laughs, telling me that he’s not being a tease, he’s just taking his time, enjoying it. That’s how I know that, for the first time in my life maybe, I’m with a man. A wonderfully sexy man who is getting harder and harder but doesn’t need to fuck me.
I never thought I could feel this sexy with a man who didn’t completely need me. To me, it’s always been the ego boost I need, to know that whatever guy I’m with needs me. With him, I feel so much sexier, knowing that he can wait. He doesn’t need me. He wants me. And damn is that sexy.
His hands wander farther south, loving every inch of me as he whispers sweet nothings into my ears. I’m melting into the moment, not wanting it to end. I feel like I’m turning into a woman that not, like I’ve been a little girl my entire life and didn’t even know it.
He’s dominant in the purest way. He doesn’t tie me up or force me on my back or make demands. He just takes what is his. He moves from behind me and rolls me over to my back, slipping a finger in me. And then, I realize how crazily I want him, how wet I am, how close I am to orgasming already. He got me to that point before even touching my pussy, before even thinking about touching my pussy.
Gently and with authority at the same time, like you’d drive a high-end car, he brings me to the edge. I’m not envisioning anything, not concentrating, not thinking of anything. It’s just him, just this moment.
And then it happens. For the first time in my life, I’m squirting ! I couldn’t believe it, it was like you see in pornos, like a squirt gun. It was the best feeling ever, so wet and wonderful. My legs were trembling and I felt like I couldn’t move, but I didn’t have to. He took me in his arms, kissing me deeply and stroking my hair.
Submission and domination doesn’t always come the same way for every pair. This wasn’t a fast-burning, bright domination with whips and chains. This was a slow-burning ember, one that is still burning. It wasn’t about me being his slut. It was about me being his. We didn’t even have to talk about it. I was just his, his to protect, his to cherish, his to enjoy, his to love in his own way. It might have been only for the night, but for the first time in a long time, maybe ever, I felt like I was with someone who felt lucky to be there with me, who wanted to keep me like one keeps a prized possession.
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I’ve seen the look on his face as he watched me masturbate before. A few weeks ago, I went into my room, making no secret about what I was going to do. A few minutes later, he followed, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t say anything as he watched me rubbing myself slowly, enjoying every wet, lovely second. I could see him standing over me, watching as I began to slide my dildo into my pussy, which had grown wetter since he entered the room.
“I always wondered what you looked like when you masturbated.” I didn’t stop. No more wondering. I was going to enjoy myself.
I didn’t stop as he crouched down to get a better view. My pussy grew increasingly wet, so wet you could hear the cock sliding in and out. I moaned, my fingers on my clit.
I didn’t stop as he peeled off his shirt and unzipped his pants. Usually when I masturbate, I have to close my eyes an think about all kinds of naught scenarios, but there was my naughty scenario, pulling off his boxer briefs right in front of me. Looking delicious as he watched me play with myself, knowing that on some level, he still owned that pussy.
My gaze met his and I didn’t stop. My pussy was begging for a real cock, needing to feel him inside of me, wanting him to take control. I smirked as he slowly stroked his cock, almost as an afterthought, watching me intensely.
Suddenly, he was between my legs, pushing away my hands and holding my thighs apart. He took control of the dildo and thrust it deeply into me, make me gasp and buck again it. He rubbed my clit slowly, teasing me, and I instinctively reached down to rub it faster. He slapped my hand away soon, the dildo was tossed aside, making room for his cock instead.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, sliding into me.
I immediately clenched around him, needing to feel every inch, and he began to thrust, his cock curling up to hit my g-spot. I kissed and nibbled his neck, moving in rhythm with him, listening to his breathing quicken as he enjoyed my pussy.
His thrusts came faster and faster. “Come in me, claim that pussy,” I growled in his ear. My hands scratched at his back and I bit his shoulder, riding the wave of his orgasm as he came.
And the best moments? Right after he comes, every time, he slows and thrusts just a few more times in me, then holds there a bit before pulling out. It feels amazing, his cock slowly softening and ever so slightly still thumping from the orgasm as he collapses on me, his face buried in my hair for just a moment.
And then I picked up the dildo and play with myself some more as he watched, I came, loud and hard, with him watching, and got the two words I always long for most.
“Good girl.”
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