Hotwife Miah x

Agents,

Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to pick any aspect of this picture that appeals to you the most, and write me a little something.

To me, it’s your perfectly manicured nails. A signal that you take pride in every detail of your beauty. I picture your hands upon my chest, running down my torso to my belt. Un-doing the buckle as you look up at me, tongue pressed to your cheek with a look in your eye - one of consciousness of the pleasure that awaits us.

You free my jeans, hands reaching around me to help them over my rear. From here, they run up inside my shirt, feeling the definition of my core.

Your nails scrape down my abs, adding to my arousal. That red color tempting, like a matador in the face of a bull.

“Now let me see that big cock of yours”, you state, and proceed to pull my briefs down. My cocks springs out, almost startling you. It’s throbbing under the attention you are giving. You wrap your hand over it, playfully rubbing your fingers over the shaft and head.

My heart is racing, I am feeling the rush of arousal building throughout. I look down at you and notice a grin, almost a smirk.

“What? What is it?”

“Thinking about how I’m gonna tease you ‘til you can’t resist me.” Pausing briefly. “Then, you’ll bend me over and fuck me”, saying this while lightly pumping my cock with your hand.
 
This is your reaction when I decide to bare my fangs. Protect the ta ta’s at all cost

I laugh

Dear, when decide to bite you won’t be able to resist wanting it, but it will also be where only your husband will notice. Nipples are out. Too many piercings! If I chip a tooth, how do I go to a dentist! Necks? Come on! I’m not going to advertise for the torches and pitchfork crowd.

I’ll let your husband search for where you will eventually beg me to pierce your lovely body.

We need to be discrete. He will have to share you with me until you move on to your immortality. Then? You make the call on turning him.
 
To me, it’s your perfectly manicured nails. A signal that you take pride in every detail of your beauty. I picture your hands upon my chest, running down my torso to my belt. Un-doing the buckle as you look up at me, tongue pressed to your cheek with a look in your eye - one of consciousness of the pleasure that awaits us.

You free my jeans, hands reaching around me to help them over my rear. From here, they run up inside my shirt, feeling the definition of my core.

Your nails scrape down my abs, adding to my arousal. That red color tempting, like a matador in the face of a bull.

“Now let me see that big cock of yours”, you state, and proceed to pull my briefs down. My cocks springs out, almost startling you. It’s throbbing under the attention you are giving. You wrap your hand over it, playfully rubbing your fingers over the shaft and head.

My heart is racing, I am feeling the rush of arousal building throughout. I look down at you and notice a grin, almost a smirk.

“What? What is it?”

“Thinking about how I’m gonna tease you ‘til you can’t resist me.” Pausing briefly. “Then, you’ll bend me over and fuck me”, saying this while lightly pumping my cock with your hand.
I love everything about this. You really get me 🫦
 
I walk up to your table and politely ask while pointing at a chair, "May I Miah hw?" Your embarrassment at being recognized is evident on your crimson cheeks. You simply nod. Taking a seat, I assure you I have no intentions of causing you grief. The waitress takes my order as I smile at you. "You are much sexier in person." I say. "Please, do not let me interrupt your work. I assume you are posting or replying on Lit?" Again, you just nod. "Be a good girl. Casually go to the rest room and bring back your panties in your hand for me."

I wait as my drink arrives. I begin to wonder if you have dashed out a back door. But then you return. Handing me your soaking panties you say ???"
 
Hello my favorite people.

You see me in a café working on my laptop. What do you do?

M x

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It took me but a minute to recognise you, from you pictures on Lit. Like many men and women, I had admired those curves, those mountains, those valleys and longed to admire other parts hither-to unseen. I sat on a not too distant table, facing you, and mirroring your actions, opened my laptop. I waited patiently, knowing what would come. And within ten minutes I was rewarded.

Furtively you began to look about the small cafe, checking out those that were there, they all appeared to be going about their own business, and so you felt relatively safe in the knowledge, that no-one was watching as you as you picked up your phone and slipped it beneath the table. No-one, that is, except me. Who once again mirrored your action. I knew, you could not resist the urge to send your husband an image that he would remember for many weeks to come, sharing a peek with some of his best mates. So I waited and watched, as you gradually opened your legs. Your small dress stretching easily and allowing you the clear view you needed.

If my expectation was to see an upskirt panty shot, I was to be surprised, for what I saw was the most delectable and edible of naked, hairless sights. I took some pictures from beneath the table, hoping that my phone would make all the right corrections for light and focus. I found that I had not taken a breath in a while, wondering if you would be adventurous enough to perhaps add a few fingers into the shot, but watched as you spooked yourself with your first snap. You had left the flash setting on. The intended surreptitious 'flash' for your husband, became an eye catching attraction for those immediately about you. As you looked up into their faces, including mine, there was no denying what you had been doing. But just to make sure you knew, we knew. I posted the best pictures I had taken, onto your thread on Lit. Wishing I was a fly on the wall, when you opened them, wondering if that was all you were opening, as you realised, just how closely you were being scrutinised.
 
I walk up to your table and politely ask while pointing at a chair, "May I Miah hw?" Your embarrassment at being recognized is evident on your crimson cheeks. You simply nod. Taking a seat, I assure you I have no intentions of causing you grief. The waitress takes my order as I smile at you. "You are much sexier in person." I say. "Please, do not let me interrupt your work. I assume you are posting or replying on Lit?" Again, you just nod. "Be a good girl. Casually go to the rest room and bring back your panties in your hand for me."

I wait as my drink arrives. I begin to wonder if you have dashed out a back door. But then you return. Handing me your soaking panties you say ???"
" Let's dash out the back door together." 💋
 
It took me but a minute to recognise you, from you pictures on Lit. Like many men and women, I had admired those curves, those mountains, those valleys and longed to admire other parts hither-to unseen. I sat on a not too distant table, facing you, and mirroring your actions, opened my laptop. I waited patiently, knowing what would come. And within ten minutes I was rewarded.

Furtively you began to look about the small cafe, checking out those that were there, they all appeared to be going about their own business, and so you felt relatively safe in the knowledge, that no-one was watching as you as you picked up your phone and slipped it beneath the table. No-one, that is, except me. Who once again mirrored your action. I knew, you could not resist the urge to send your husband an image that he would remember for many weeks to come, sharing a peek with some of his best mates. So I waited and watched, as you gradually opened your legs. Your small dress stretching easily and allowing you the clear view you needed.

If my expectation was to see an upskirt panty shot, I was to be surprised, for what I saw was the most delectable and edible of naked, hairless sights. I took some pictures from beneath the table, hoping that my phone would make all the right corrections for light and focus. I found that I had not taken a breath in a while, wondering if you would be adventurous enough to perhaps add a few fingers into the shot, but watched as you spooked yourself with your first snap. You had left the flash setting on. The intended surreptitious 'flash' for your husband, became an eye catching attraction for those immediately about you. As you looked up into their faces, including mine, there was no denying what you had been doing. But just to make sure you knew, we knew. I posted the best pictures I had taken, onto your thread on Lit. Wishing I was a fly on the wall, when you opened them, wondering if that was all you were opening, as you realised, just how closely you were being scrutinised.
Loved this ❤️ thank you once again! 💋
 
Thirsty Thursdays.

You get home from work tonight and you see this sight on your bed. What would we do?

M x
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Skip dinner go upstairs....start with a nice back massage for you. Flip you over massage your head...light kisses down your body until I get to your panties...then move he kisses down your legs and up your other leg....then slowly begin to tease you through your panties until they are soaked...then go down on you until you cum...as you cum I'd sit up and enter you until your climax ended then pull out and go down on you again until you were reading to cum again...then I'd make love to you until I filled you up. Stay inside you pull the blankets up and rest until you were hungry....then go and grab you some food and wed start all over again.
 
I’d be pleasantly surprised. And happy to oblige.

My hand would trace your body; starting at your ankle, the edge of my finger running up your leg, as I walk up to greet you. I reach down to your collar, hand wrapping your neck. Matching my action to your desires.

I present my thumb to your lips- taking it in your mouth, you bite playfully, but firm.

Speaking of firm, I start to grow, as does my appetite to continue. Looking down at your beautiful figure, sucking eagerly on my thumb, “you’re gonna get what you want”, I say.

Taking my hand back, I hook that same thumb into my pants,
pulling them down with my boxers…
 
I’d be pleasantly surprised. And happy to oblige.

My hand would trace your body; starting at your ankle, the edge of my finger running up your leg, as I walk up to greet you. I reach down to your collar, hand wrapping your neck. Matching my action to your desires.

I present my thumb to your lips- taking it in your mouth, you bite playfully, but firm.

Speaking of firm, I start to grow, as does my appetite to continue. Looking down at your beautiful figure, sucking eagerly on my thumb, “you’re gonna get what you want”, I say.

Taking my hand back, I hook that same thumb into my pants,
pulling them down with my boxers…
You win, I lose.
 
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