“Do you feel like getting dirty?” you said with that evil smile that I love.
“Not yet.” I tease you. I know you can’t wait anymore, and I can see you getting hard, but let’s see if you could hold it for a moment, if you get upset or if you would punish me.
“How about some wine?” after thinking for a second you ask.
“Just a glass.” I’ll be OK with a glass…maybe.
I giggle and ….
5 minutes later.
“Feel like a kiss?” you wisper into my ears and you look like you are planning something naughty.
“Yes. I would like that, Sir”
Bit dizzy….why did I even use the word Sir? We haven’t started playing yet. With that, I gulp the whole glass of wine in one go so that you can kiss me.
Am I OK? Yeah….I’m OK. This wine is greeeeeaaaaat.
Did you sigh just before you kiss me?
This kiss is greeeeeeeeeeat….as usual I’m melting. I slightly touch your groin and can feel how hard you are.
……mmm? Wait? Why are you kissing me? the play hasn’t started yet!
“How about another glass?” after the kiss, you extend your arm with a wine bottle toward me. You are smiling…. still. Mmmmm……this is a nice wine. Oh yes, I brought it here, didn’t I? Or did I?
“Of course.” I extend my glass toward you. Yay. Another glass. This is only my second… glass….”I can manage the second glass. that’s nothing” I say.
You look at me with a weird face. What? What’s wrong?
20 minutes later.
“Are you sure you are OK?” asking, you hold my jaw and my cheeks suddenly feel very hot. It must be so red. It’s because you are touching me….master. hehe.
“Absolutely.” I’m a bit giggly….wait am I ok? Yeah I am…of course. It’s just the second glass.
“Another one?” you are opening the bottle even before I can answer….Yay. Another nice one. I love that red.
“Yeah. Nice! ” I answer. It’s still my second glass. I’m OK.
“Do you feel like my cock in your hot mouth?” I’m getting blurred but I know you would be looking at me with that evil smile that I love.
“Put it here, big boy.” And I giggle. Another big sigh from you? You look up, with a sigh and you unzip your trousers…..yay….my favourite cock. Not too big but I can live with that….
Ouch!
Wait. Why did you slap me? That hurt! Did I say it out loud?
Another 20 minutes….
“Finish the bottle, lady” without asking me, you pour the rest into my glass. It’s my second glass…..It’s OK….
“We better, mr fucking machine.” I giggle.
You look at the ceiling with a sigh AGAIN. What’s on the ceiling? A spider? and I finish my second glass.
“Do you feel like fuck?” your voice is hoarse. Uhhhhh…it must be getting difficult to hold. Your cock must be so hard by now, it must be hurting….Master.
“Are you sure you can fuck me?” I giggle and hear another big sigh from you. You push my shoulders to the floor so that I will kneel.
Oops…..I couldn’t kneel and collapse.
Big sigh from above? but you help me kneel and did decide to shove your cock in my mouth.
Love you. My dream fucking machine…..
Ouch! What?