The Good Pet

The Good Pet

Her knees knocked as she stumbled across the bare, hardwood floor. With a steadying breath, she focused on her toes and inched toward the shadow in the corner. Even though the sun peeked through open curtains, his presence cast the room in a faint darkness. 

“There is fine enough.” His baritone, the harshness of the command – it only caused her knees to tremble more. She froze, her eyes glued to the hardwood. “Are you scared?” His question caught her off guard and her head jerked a bit before she remembered his rule and forced it back down. 

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Beautiful Platter

Beautiful Platter

“Don’t move.” His voice is low but firm. I freeze. Every muscle in my naked body stiffens as he places the finishes touches on his “masterpiece.” Hard walnut and mahogany press against my spine, but I don’t move a muscle while he carefully arranges sashimi on the seaweed elaborately draped over my breasts. I remain frozen on a gaudy Francesco Molon dining room table, except for my dilated pupils, which move over his face.

Dark, slanted eyes. Thick, even darker lashes. I wonder what’s going through his mind as he places maki and sushi rolls in a straight line down the center of my body. The tips of his chopsticks graze me, sending goosebumps cascading over trembling flesh. With everything I have, I force myself to remain still as he prepares my body for nyotaimori. His normally low eyes are almost closed, the dark centers barely visible behind his squinted gaze. Beads of sweat form along his hairline. He wipes them away with a thick, white cotton sleeve before walking out of my line of vision.

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Wet & Ready in Las Vegas

Wet & Ready in Las Vegas

I sit down at my terminal and all I can think about his him. The way he smells, the feel of his big strong hands grazing over my body. I know he’s going to call tonight. I can feel it in my bones. We haven’t spoken since our little encounter, but I know he misses me. I can feel that too. I go live.

Carmen the Latina Lover is live and ready for action. Soon, my line is ringing and my heart thuds in my chest. I suck in a breath and let it out slowly before answering the line. I put as much sex as I can on my usual opening, “Hello, Papi.”

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Red Velvet Cushion

Red Velvet Cushion

Kinktober Challenge – Day 3

I kneel with my eyes clenched tight, even though I am cloaked in darkness. I can feel the steady rhythm of my pulse as it beats in my ears. A cool breeze wafts over my skin, pimpling my flesh. He’s here. I know it. I can’t see him, but I can sense his presence. My ears perk up at the sound of something metal scraping behind me. My heart takes on a thunderous pace and my body tingles with anticipation. For the past six months, we’ve played this game. He’s taken me to heights of pleasure I didn’t know were imaginable. And I’ve never seen his face.

I know his touch all too well. The way his fingers graze a hot trail over my breasts. I know the scent of his cologne; so woodsy and masculine. It lingers on me for days after. I know so much about him, but his face would be lost to me in a crowd. “I’ve missed you, my pet,” he whispers in my ear and the deep notes of his voice send shivers down my spine. I lick my lips and squirm on my knees, my body already hot and eager. I’m no stranger to men, but there’s something about this faceless man that drives me wild. He’s different from the rest. He cares none about his own pleasure. His only purpose when he’s here is to make me cum. It’s like a personal challenge to him. And each of our little discreet encounters is better than the last.

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The Queen’s Throne

The Queen’s Throne

Kinktober Challenge – Day 2

He entered the crowded casino lounge and spotted her right away. Despite the mass of gamblers and party-goers, his eyes went right to her. The long, elaborate braids trailing down her back, the ends capped with large wooden beads. Her skin – deep, like polished obsidian, absorbed all the light in the dim room. He watched her every movement from afar as he weaved through the crowd towards the bar. She sat upright, her shoulders squared with her legs crossed. The tight, white leather skirt cutting into her thighs. Thighs that were buttery soft, thick, and succulent. The woman was sexy as hell and he regretted that she was sitting down because he couldn’t get enough of her amazing ass.

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