Delectable Deviants

Your jeans lay cast aside on my couch. You throw me a look tainted with kink. Does someone feel they deserve a spanking? Or else yearning to be fucked from behind. You should know my mind wanders to more sinful climes.

Perhaps I’ll turn you over. Spank hard at the inside of your thighs. It will sting more that way. And if you protest I’ll bind your hands tightly behind you. If your mouth is course, i’ll gag you with my tie.

Part your legs. My hands sharp and wilful upon the soft skin threin. Watch them redden and sting. Watch you thrash to get free. Mumble and moan against the material around you mouth.

But listen, Miss..

There is delicious method in my madness.

And you’re soon to find out how my beard feels against your stung skin. How such electricity sings as I kiss higher and higher and higher. Smoothing my stubbled cheeks up and down each. As your protestations turn to whimpers and moans. Noticing in your eyes how your every instinct is wishing for me to lick you.

Slowly easing down your underwear, so it too caresses against your sore thighs.

And then the steady climb, more intense than ever. Seeing you glisten. your lips parted. Waiting for moment when Sir’s tongue snakes and turns deeply, deeper - and dissolve all thoughts of hurt away.

But as my tongue works deep inside you, my nails will be raking down your thighs. Deep track marks. The most intense pain yet, to match all the pleasure of my tongue’s machinations.

Conflicted, Miss?

Yes.

But oh so close to climax. ;)