Delectable Deviants

I wanted to see another man lick you.

See him taste you, plunge deep inside you.

And for you to look at me.

Get wet from my reaction.

I’m giving away no discernible impression.

But I know you’re looking for it.

And that each shiver and sigh is, in part, from trying to figure me out.

Of that look in my eyes.

As he continues to twist and swirl and turn your tummy into knots.

I’m not teasing myself.

But then you notice.

You notice how hard I am in my trousers.

My cock throbbing under the material.

And all you can think about is running your hand over the top.

Feeling hot hot I am through them.

Of my cock responding to your touch as the stroke over it.

I flex an eye brow and throw you a naughty look.

And you squirm back onto his tongue to take him deeper.

But you’re watching me.

Yearning to see me play for you.

To cum all over my hand, over my suit.

To watch my expressions as I get closer and closer.

But you can’t have that.

I won’t let you.

But I want you to want it.

I want you to use him.

I want you to lose yourself in my stare and shiver from thinking about it.

Thinking of how my shaft would ease in so much deeper than his tongue can reach.

Of me cumming in violent pulses as far as I could inside your cunt.

Wanting me to walk over to you now and wank off all over your face.

But you can’t have that.

And I want that to tear you asunder.

But I want you to use him.

I want you to cum for me.

And I want you to want it.

(via dominantwomen)