Wit & Nipples 🍒

[justanormaldude87]

Anything to support our Queen that doesn’t bring down her wrath… or make her the least bit sad!

Well said Pad.

 

[SpicyBean99]

I start with Yoni and maybe panty thief if I get that far. Guessing I will need tissues ?

Maybe!

I’m not sure if they’re to your taste so I can’t say… I wouldn’t want you to read them and the tissue purely become an unused accessory

Please do let me know if you had a little read, I love to hear feedback on my writing especially!

 

[SpicyBean99]

I’m not even going to hide my innate jealousy.

i had a date like this once. I was in my early 20s she was a redhead, 5.4, crazy and covered in freckles. I remember her cumming and her nipples would turn bright fucking pink. She was a true little minx but truly was my “one that got away.”

Red heads will always be my type.

Isla Fisher?!!! Like Her in Wedding Crashers specifically….

 

[athelticguy04]

Red heads will always be my type.

Isla Fisher?!!! Like Her in Wedding Crashers specifically….

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I'm a redhead!!!!!

 

[ShaneoD]

Red heads will always be my type.

Isla Fisher?!!! Like Her in Wedding Crashers specifically….

Damn I'm showing my age but I had a thing for her when she was Shannon in Home and Away

 

[Switchem15]

I’m not even going to hide my innate jealousy.

i had a date like this once. I was in my early 20s she was a redhead, 5.4, crazy and covered in freckles. I remember her cumming and her nipples would turn bright fucking pink. She was a true little minx but truly was my “one that got away.”

Honestly, the way we laid there afterwards cuddling and calming our breaths before talking and cuddling some more made it the best experience…absolute filth to perfect calm and intimacy

 

[SpicyBean99]

I'll have a go at these tomorrow, your questions are always a lot of fun, mistress...
I could get used to calling you that!

I have been working on a little something....

....It'll be here later.

I'm hoping you will enjoy.

Short Story Title: "Left on Read" by Mistress Bean

 

[justanormaldude87]

Damn I'm showing my age but I had a thing for her when she was Shannon in Home and Away

You’re not alone on this one this buddy

I have been working on a little something....

....It'll be here later.

I'm hoping you will enjoy.

Short Story Title: "Left on Read" by Mistress Bean

I’m already so excited to read. Will it be soon? I need to make sure I have an early ish night tonight . Little miss makes me hard and giving me sleepless nights of bathroom wanks.

 

[SpicyBean99]

You’re not alone on this one this buddy



I’m already so excited to read. Will it be soon? I need to make sure I have an early ish night tonight . Little miss makes me hard and giving me sleepless nights of bathroom wanks.

You’re literally the golden retriever on my thread J


Umm… it might be. I’m just bouncing some ideas off with someone and then if I get it written up well enough I’ll post an exert yes!

 

[peekingone]

Maybe!

I’m not sure if they’re to your taste so I can’t say… I wouldn’t want you to read them and the tissue purely an unused accessory

Please do let me know if you had a little read, I love to hear feedback on my writing especially!

Finished dinner and settling in for the night. Time to start reading .

 

[peekingone]

Maybe!

I’m not sure if they’re to your taste so I can’t say… I wouldn’t want you to read them and the tissue purely become an unused accessory

Please do let me know if you had a little read, I love to hear feedback on my writing especially!

Just read them sent you a DM.

 

[SpicyBean99]

This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.

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Part 1. Left On Read. ​

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By Mistress Bean ​

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.

But I don’t. Even though deep down I’ve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.

I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course. But I can’t let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.

When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.

I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.

You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.

I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t tell you, of course.

Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.

After I’ve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.

When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - Mistress Bean

I let it ring 5 times before I answer.

My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. I’m wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.

You’re kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed, no, it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.

 

[justanormaldude87]

This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.

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Part 1. Left On Read. ​

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By Mistress Bean ​

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.

But I don’t. Even though deep down I’ve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.

I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course. But I can’t let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.

When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.

I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.

You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.

I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t tell you, of course.

Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.

After I’ve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.

When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - Mistress Bean

I let it ring 5 times before I answer.

My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. I’m wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.

You’re kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed, no, it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.

Well worth staying up for Mistress Bean.

I wonder what you ask of us next

 

[peekingone]

This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.

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Part 1. Left On Read. ​

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By Mistress Bean ​

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.

But I don’t. Even though deep down I’ve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.

I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course. But I can’t let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.

When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.

I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.

You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.

I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t tell you, of course.

Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.

After I’ve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.

When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - Mistress Bean

I let it ring 5 times before I answer.

My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. I’m wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.

You’re kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed, no, it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.

Great night for reading. Thanks. Bean

 

[Fred6969]

This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.

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Part 1. Left On Read. ​

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By Mistress Bean ​

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.

But I don’t. Even though deep down I’ve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.

I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course. But I can’t let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.

When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.

I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.

You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.

I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t tell you, of course.

Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.

After I’ve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.

When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - Mistress Bean

I let it ring 5 times before I answer.

My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. I’m wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.

You’re kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed, no, it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.

I really do enjoy your bedtime stories, Mistress Bean…

 

[Pad_Foot]

Like many, “is she writing about me!”
Is that a good thing or bad??
I don’t think the subject of this note is exactly where I would want to be as a new acquaintance. But? You are a switch so maybe things will work out.
Did I tie the knot tight enough?
You know it’s not good to leave it in too long, right?

More please

 

[metrifonate]

To spice things up… and see how many answers have changed…. I’ve brought back this little quiz I did a few months ago

Let’s have some fun. And in light of wanting to get to know some of you a lil more…the lurkers, the dudes who comment here and there… let’s find some interesting things about each other

1) Convince me you’re a good time in ONE sentence. Bonus points if your answer says more than “fuck you good.” Be creative.

I'm creative and inventive and would experiment with novel ways to worship your body.

2) Tell me something that you think sets you apart from others, no humblebrags!! Impress me. Or at least entertain me.

I have traveled lots done lots and well read. At least I would have good conversation when my tongue is not exploring you

3) You’re stuck in the universe of the last TV show/movie you watched. Firstly, how long do you survive and who are you befriending/fucking first & why.

The Spicybean Show... you kill me quickly

4)You walk into a bar looking for a ladies attention. What’s your first move?

Look for eye contact.. the one that lingers longer than a casual look. Then go over and be honest.

5)If I gave you one weekend with zero consequences… how would you spend it?

a bottle of massage oil and plenty of toys

6) What’s something people consistently tell you you’re good at… and do you agree with them?

Knowing stuff, they all say I should go on quizz shows. Don't necessarily agree as there are gaps in my knowlege

7) What part of your body gets the most praise? and what part do you secretly wish got more attention?

Broad shoulders.
My cock haha

8) What’s your most controversial opinion?

The Earth is flat

9) You can bring one item to a hookup to impress the other person (non-sexual). What are you showing up with?

My flat earth globe

10) Your three desert island items…you can’t pick any extras.

suntan lotion, an encylopedia and bucker and spade

11) Tell me about your favourite memory!

Many... but maybe a barbeque at house shared by three girls and just me. It was student days, they were undergrads and,I was doing my PhD. I had got to know them as I helped out in lab classes. It's a long story but I ended up cooking in just a pinafore. Later they dared me to remove it which I did and had my first clothed male naked female exoerience. After a few drinks they started to tease and it became incredibly arousing...

12) Have you ever lied on a date? If so what did you lie about? And did you ever come clean?

No, I don't think so.

13) Your best bedroom move?

Massage, oral and sensual exploration of a womans body for hours..

14) What’s your favourite sexual memory?

A girl who intoduced me to D/s. She was submissve and quite an exhibitionist. Lots of kinky fun. We saw each other for a couple of years.

https://postimg.cc/TLhKkgCT

The picture above is what I look like when you pick me up ready for a date.

I would be very hard

If the date went well, we might move to a different bar and later take it back to your place/hotel/car…

Tap here to see what I would look like if you fucked around and found out

 

[metrifonate]

This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.

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Part 1. Left On Read. ​

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By Mistress Bean ​

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.

But I don’t. Even though deep down I’ve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.

I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course. But I can’t let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.

When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.

I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.

You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.

I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t tell you, of course.

Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.

After I’ve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.

When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - Mistress Bean

I let it ring 5 times before I answer.

My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. I’m wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.

You’re kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed, no, it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.

I got very hard reading this

 

[Michael682]

When the red lipstick and black latex & leather body suit comes out, so does my more dominant side.

Enjoy (I took these specifically for lit a lil while ago)


2) https://postimg.cc/DJnGrbKf

Which one do you like the most

Oooh muchly enamored of this one.

 

[metrifonate]

When the red lipstick and black latex & leather body suit comes out, so does my more dominant side.

Enjoy (I took these specifically for lit a lil while ago)


1) https://postimg.cc/14Tx40SQ



2) https://postimg.cc/DJnGrbKf



3) https://postimg.cc/3Wt6VXNG


Which one do you like the most

Number 1.. I love your nipples and lips

 

[Michael682]

3) You’re stuck in the universe of the last TV show/movie you watched. Firstly, how long do you survive and who are you befriending/fucking first & why.

Just finished watching Cruella, actually. I’d survive well; it’s set in London and I liked it when I was there. Definitely fucking Cruella. Bit nuts but Emma Stone.. damn.

 

[Pad_Foot]

Oh yeah !!
https://www.literotica.com/authors/SpicyBean99/works/stories
Better than continuing to delete posts elsewhere. Sad work

 

[justanormaldude87]

Good morning Goddess Bean

Friday is finally here and the weekend is feeling more imminent

I can’t wait to see what you cook up today.

I myself have a busy day full of bookings and then I’m off to Sheffield to see the Mrs family this evening until tomorrow so I may be a little slower with checking the thread.
Oh trust me I’m not looking forward to it. You have very very much become my obsession here and I’m not sorry for it.

Have a great day

 

[quickshadow]

It might be less of a ‘stimulating’ topic yes, maybe.

But I try to talk about variety of subjects to keep everyone on their toes….

I also seriously doubt you’d find it stimulating to know that if you were to walk behind me up the stairs, the hem of my skirt would ride just high enough to let you catch a little glimpse of what I didn’t bother to wear underneath.

Or maybe you would prefer it if I ordered you to lay down on your back, hands down by your sides whilst stepping over you in my short skirt. I’d place my feet either side of your head giving you the perfect upskirt view. You’d be forced to stare up between my legs, watching me, whilst I stand above you, scrolling absently through my phone, pretending not to care….

I would like to go one step further:
You put in a work order because your phone and computer aren’t working. I show up, check everything above your desk before telling you I have to get under your desk to check the connections down there. You roll back away from your desk as I sit down and slide under. As I check things out underneath, you’re absently rolling back and forth in your chair, scrolling absently on your phone humming the theme to “Jeopardy!” Which makes me giggle.
At one point I happen to look up and notice the black stilettos you’re wearing leading up to your well defined calves, knees and thighs. Without a conscious thought, I glance up past your thighs to the hem of your black mini skirt which has slid up as a result of your “back and forth” action. As I gaze further, I am greeted by a view of panty-less intrigue as I see a faint glistening of your pussy lips. I casually ask, “I think I see the problem, there’s a bit of moisture down here. Have you noticed anything?” You keep idly rolling back and forth, mumbling an incoherent, “nuh uh.” I leaned back against your desk as you roll forward a bit more and as you do, my hand grazes your left ankle while I blow gently towards you. At my touch you stop, right as the slight gust reaches your inner thigh and you involuntarily shudder. My hand traces up towards your knee and your lower thigh as you gasp suddenly, the slight breath has now moved up your thigh right ahead of my touch and you breath out, “well, I have noticed my mouse has been a bit moist and sticky. Could that be the issue?” I slide my hand up your thigh a bit more, causing you to roll forward, “yes, that can cause an issue. I will have to inspect your mouse to see how much moisture has accumulated.” As you roll forward more, my hand moves further up your thigh until my fingers brush your upper thigh. I push towards your “mouse” a bit more until I feel your outer lip and slide upwards to your “mouse.” My middle finger starts to rub up and down and I say, “ah yes, it has become hard and a bit wet. I need to do some more testing. I’m afraid,” as I use my other hand to grab your chair and pull you forward, my head moving by between your thighs, “that this is going to require a more thorough and in depth inspection.”

 

[firefox27eros]

This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.

Exactly this is the photo I missed and mentioned from the previous photo series...
Nomen est omen... you are a Goddess in this picture...
the contrast of the colours of the different materials and your skin and lips , the lipstick , that seducing look with those beautiful eyes and the position as you present yourself with the eyes catching cleavage with your amazing curves...