Tessie L - Sexy Briefs - Knickers in a Twist

“Here it comes,” he warned.

“Come for me baby… fill my ass,” Nan begged, and then cried out as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy and ass tightened around the toy and his cock, massaging his cock.

That was all he needed. “Oh Nan… oh fuck,” he said as his cock twitched and bucked inside her ass, and then spurt after spurt of his cum filled the tight hole. When he finished, he leaned over her.

“Thank you, babe,” he said, and then slid his cock out. Chris grabbed the camera and took several pictures of her tied up and spent from their sex. He even got some pictures of his cum seeping out of her ass with the toy still in her pussy.

He put the camera on his bedside table and then removed the vibrator and put it back in the drawer. “Promise me you won’t touch the card in the camera,” he said as he started to untie her.

Nan looked up at him. “Delete the pictures… all of them.”

“I’ll leave you tied up until breakfast,” he threatened.

“Fine, you win,” Nan replied. He untied her and put the restraints away and then curled up next to her.

“Thanks for the fantasy fulfillment,” Chris said. “It’ll be your turn next time.”

“Oh! I can’t wait!” Nan said.

“Me neither,” he replied.

As they drifted off to sleep, Nan wondered which fantasy he would pick, but that’s a story for another day.

Call of the Wild

We’re both dominant personalities.

You command me, and I just don’t listen. You want me to serve, and I stand firm.

I command you, and you laugh.

We attack each other. It’s wrestling. We fight even as we tear each other’s clothes off. I use my weight, you use your leverage, we roll, falling onto the bed. I bite, you scratch, then we fall off the bed, you bite and I scratch. I find your legs wrapped around me, so lift us up and pin your crossed ankles behind the wall. You swing, tipping my balance, and you’re pinned against the wall. You push against my shoulders, lifting yourself higher, and I find your pussy close to my lips. I lift your thighs onto my shoulders and taste you. I use my tongue, my teeth, and my hands to reach up and keep you pressed against the wall. You squeeze my head in your thighs, and I back away.

You hold on. The support of the wall, gone. I hold your thighs on my shoulder and you lean back, twisting, showing your remarkable flexibility to bring your mouth to my cock. You lick and nip, re-asserting your dominance. I sit us back on the bed and push you off. I try to pin you again, pushing cock into your mouth. Your teeth tell me you are displeased, and I let my teeth tell you the same.

You flip me over and straddle me, pinning my hands. I grin as you ride me. You feel you are in charge, but you’re merely in the position I wanted you in all the time.

I lift my hips, sending more of your weight onto my arms, adjusting the angle. You drive your body harder and faster onto my cock. Pushing me back down, only for me to rise again.

Harder and faster.

Harder and faster.

Until we both find release.

We fall apart and return to our corners of this particular ring, licking our wounds, each claiming victory and watching the other warily, as wolves.

I am not so patient every time we meet. Sometimes, I believe in exerting dominance early.

In those moments, a surprise assault works. Within seconds I can have you cuffed. With a swift push at the back of your knees, you’re down. A few more clicks, and your wrists are locked to your ankles. At that point, I can do whatever I want.

Sometimes, I like the battle. Strength is often key, but so is desire.

This is such a time.

Even in this, a quick dominance must be achieved. You tell me what you want, but I ignore you and push you face first against the wall. My weight keeps you pinned while I push your clothes out of the way. You struggle in vain. You lock your thighs together, but that doesn’t protect your arse. I spit on my fingers and push them inside you roughly. I push my knee against your thighs as I fuck you with my fingers. You still refuse to submit, so I bite your shoulder. Your hands work loose, and I have to think fast. I grab your wrists, and my cock takes over from my fingers. You have no way out. I feel you relax between me and the wall. You’re mine now. I push you down by your shoulders, holding you firmly, and tell you to clean your arse off of my cock. You comply. You know I’m watching. You try to bite hard, but you’re still stuck between me and the wall. I force my cock down your throat until you’re willing again. When I feel I have been cleaned sufficiently, I allow you to stand. I lift one of your legs, wrap it around me, and I push my cock into your pussy. I don’t care if you’re wet or not, but you are. I drive your body into the wall, over and over, keeping your hands in mine, pressed. I fuck you until you come. I back away, your hands still in mine, bound without bindings. I push you on to the bed, and I fuck you again, this time, until I come.

And I release you.

Wolves again, but only one of us is licking wounds.

Dance of Desire

You hold my hand, a grip that’s gentle, yet there is no intent to release me quickly. I follow as you guide me up the stairs of your home and into your boudoir. It’s a brightly decorated room, and the sunlight from the windows illuminates you and your faintly predatory smile. I smile back, a touch of the predator in me too, for I know that soon I will be the one leading this particular dance.

You pull me in front of you, and our lips meet, slowly at first, but then our kiss deepens, and heat builds in our bodies. You break off, gasping a little, before pushing me onto your bed. I pull you to me, my hands around your waist and my face buried in your belly. Your hands run through my hair as I reach up to undo the zip at your back. I feel you shiver slightly as my hands reach under your clothes to touch your soft skin. I pull back to let your dress fall to the floor, then pull you onto the bed with me. You resist, not ready to let me lead you yet. You pull off my shirt quickly, wanting my skin to be as bare as yours, as you stand there in nothing but a pair of panties. You negotiate my buckle and zip quickly, but not hurriedly, not wanting me to know the depth of your desire, and yet showing it so well by the look in your eyes.

I pull you down, intending to have you land atop me, but you tease me still and lower yourself next to me. I prop myself up on my elbow to observe you as you luxuriate beside me. My hand traces your curves slowly, from your neck, down between your breasts, to the soft swell of your belly, and lower, to the edge of the panties that still inexplicably cover a part of you. I look into your eyes and lean forward to taste your lips again as I slowly remove the last part of your clothing.

My hand lightly brushes past the sweet pinnacle of your breast, and your resulting shiver affords me a glimpse of what you like. A longer caress brings more of a reaction. I move my lips across your cheek, towards the earlobe for which I’ve hungered for so long. I exhale in sweet bliss as I take that soft piece of flesh between my teeth, as your pleasure increases mine. My tongue leaves a moist trail down your neck as I start my journey, the journey I’ve waited so long to experience.

Despite your moans and urgings, I take my time, savouring, even though I crave taste of the centre of your sensation. I explore every pore of your shoulders, breasts, and belly, slowing further as I get closer and closer to my goal.

Your aroma is heady, intoxicating, alluring, I savour for a moment, just inhaling, before I slowly trace my tongue up and down the lips I’ve so longed to kiss. I taste your moistness, gently probing between your lips, finding the tiny tongue at the top, circling it before closing my lips around it, taking it into my mouth, where I can nibble gently to the sounds you make.