PlayWithMe's Playroom

I long to be at your mercy like this, teased and tormented for hours, not just by your hands on my naked body, stroking and pinching, twisting, slapping and prodding anywhere you choose, but by the feel of your clothes against my skin. Further evidence of your control over me even more so than the blindfold and bound wrists, tormenting me by denying me the feel of your skin against mine that I so long for. The sweet torture of feeling your hard cock trapped in your pants pressed against me. Evidence of your desire for me as well as proof that you get off on torturing me, denying me the release I crave. I know I will be a dripping, trembling, sobbing, begging mess before you finally deem me worthy of sinking your cock into me and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I miss you...and reading this makes my loins ache with desire.... :heart:
 
Laying in bed this morning listening to the rain as I lightly tease myself with my vibrator. Wishing I were naked in his bed, blindfolded with my hands tied above my head as he teases and strokes my body. His hands everywhere, his lips and tongue follow. My nipples tugged between his teeth, the tip of his cock just barely rubbing against my clit. The most excruciating torture that I know will be worth every second once he sinks inside me.
 
It’s storming and gloomy out, I wish he were here to unwrap me like a present and lay me out naked beneath the Christmas tree. I want the tree to be the only light in the room as he fucks me while the rain lashes against the window. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, our whimpers and moans drowning out the howling wind. I want to wrap my legs around his hips and hold him steady as he cums deep inside me and I want to lay there tangled together until we ready to do it all over again.
 
I’m feeling on edge tonight, over-stressed, overstimulated, overwhelmed. One tender touch, one ounce of sweetness would push me over the edge….and while the release of that tsunami of emotion would probably do me a world of good, right now I just couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear to be made to feel like I’m something fragile or precious.

I need him here to use me. Hard. Rough. Deep. Need him to take what he needs. Take ME. I need him to quiet my mind, block out everything but him and the pleasure I can give him if only he were here to JUST. FUCKING. TAKE. IT.
 
I’m feeling on edge tonight, over-stressed, overstimulated, overwhelmed. One tender touch, one ounce of sweetness would push me over the edge….and while the release of that tsunami of emotion would probably do me a world of good, right now I just couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear to be made to feel like I’m something fragile or precious.

I need him here to use me. Hard. Rough. Deep. Need him to take what he needs. Take ME. I need him to quiet my mind, block out everything but him and the pleasure I can give him if only he were here to JUST. FUCKING. TAKE. IT.
Damn!... I sure wish I had been there when you wrote this.
 
Laying in bed with a nice breeze coming through the window, knees bent, legs spread wide, my tank top bunched around my waist, panties on the floor, palming my breast, pulling at my stiff nipples while my vibrator teases my clit before sliding inside my pussy just enough to gather my wetness and spread it back up to my clit again. It’s going to be slow and drawn out, but I can already feel my orgasm building, it’s already intense and I’m nowhere near falling over the edge yet.
 
Laying in bed with a nice breeze coming through the window, knees bent, legs spread wide, my tank top bunched around my waist, panties on the floor, palming my breast, pulling at my stiff nipples while my vibrator teases my clit before sliding inside my pussy just enough to gather my wetness and spread it back up to my clit again. It’s going to be slow and drawn out, but I can already feel my orgasm building, it’s already intense and I’m nowhere near falling over the edge yet.
You my dear, are so beautifully erotic and exciting. I have a vision in my mind of your panties on the floor as an invitation to taste you. To inhale your wetness...to lay between your legs and playwith you for the next few hours into the night.
 
Laying in bed with a nice breeze coming through the window, knees bent, legs spread wide, my tank top bunched around my waist, panties on the floor, palming my breast, pulling at my stiff nipples while my vibrator teases my clit before sliding inside my pussy just enough to gather my wetness and spread it back up to my clit again. It’s going to be slow and drawn out, but I can already feel my orgasm building, it’s already intense and I’m nowhere near falling over the edge yet.
Mmmmmmm......so hot!!!
 
Wish I were starting my day with a slow, tender cuddle-fuck, the kind that starts before I’m even fully awake. Feeling him pressed up against my back, his leg between mine, his arm across my chest suddenly pulling me tight to hold me to him. I can feel his hard cock pressed against me as he starts to caress my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. He begins kissing the back of my neck moving his hips against me as I moan sleepily.

He reaches down and positions his cock at the entrance to my already dripping pussy sliding it up and down my slit, coating the head of his cock with my juices and his precum. I whimper out a quiet “please…..” before he begins to press his way inside me, stretching me tight around him.

I let out a contented sigh, a barely audible, “yes….” As he begins to thrust into me. I press back against him, wanting him deeper. He pulls me tight to him, one hand still teasing my nipple, the other sliding down to find my clit, and I shudder against him as I reach back to grab his ass, pressing him closer to me desperate for this to last forever, but also aching to feel him cum deep inside me.
 
Woke up absolutely soaked from a DELICIOUS dream this morning. Now laying in bed replaying every moment of him ruthlessly fucking me from behind, one hand gripping my hip firmly enough to leave me bruised, while the other presses my head down into the mattress while he takes exactly what he needs from me, using me like the dirty fucking whore I am for him, filling me with his cum before making me suck his cock clean of the taste of us both.

Now laying here breathless and sated, but also a little sad to not actually have his fingers bruised into my hip, wishing I were able to reach down and press into it to feel that sweet reminder of just how well I gave him what he needed.
 
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