He lifts me so easily
The table is hard – cold
“Knees up baby,” he croons
No blindfold
He locks my eyes
“Dance your fingers”
He sits – watching
Evidence of my need glistens
Like his cufflinks
Twinkling in the shards of light
“Stop”
I pause – panting – so close
Lifted -weightless – up and over – my legs brush the soft wool trouser
“I will see if it is time’
Fluttering fingers push against my sticky wetness
“Sir” “Yes?” “Please…” “Stay just as you are!”
The fingers drop away – his footfalls tell me he’s leaving
And craving – I must wait…
Reblogged this on Daddy's Naughty Little Girl and commented:
hmmm, more insight that there is nothing sexier than a man in a suit
There really isn’t, except for a man in a suit walking calmly forward, his eyes locking yours, carrying a rope in one hand and a ( insert favorite implement here) in the other!
hmmmmmmmm & drool
Reblogged this on The training of Babyslut. and commented:
Babyslut is fond of a suit but maybe that’s just women in general.
as my younger generation friends would say……
YUMMY
🙂
Stay tuned for more 🙂
Waiting is the hardest part..
… and the most exciting…
Indeed. 🙂