Tonight we’re trying something different.
Tonight I call the shots,
And she trembles in anticipation,
Because that’s what she wants.
Tonight she dresses like a doll -
In a little white skirt like she wore in school
- and nancy sinatra boots
- and lacy panties
- and her hair hanging loose and straight
- and it will all be torn and mussled and [...]
Archive for category Vixens
What She Wants
Aug 21
Sylvia
Aug 17
Sylvia – that was her name. I don’t remember her last name, but it wasn’t hers anyway – it was her ex-husband’s or soon-to-be-ex-husband’s.
I didn’t really know much more than that about her, because all I ever heard her say in her halting, deliciously-accented English was, “chHello, Zhay-mie. chHow are ju?” Her friends from the [...]
Ms. E in 4C – 4
Aug 16
I did my best – as best as I could with my hands caught behind my back, with Ms. E’s teeth testing the pliability of my skin and her lips and tongue determined to bathe me in saliva – but with barely a wiggle or whimper I focused on Mary’s lips, then her teeth and [...]
Ms. E in 4C – 3
Aug 16
The job in Indianapolis ran long when we couldn’t get the phone company to make repairs on a weekend, so I didn’t get back home until Wednesday. I blew off the rest of the week at work and just watched TV and avoided email or going out or anything more strenuous than ordering pizza delivery. [...]
Ms. E in 4C – 2
Aug 16
The next Sunday was the first of the autumn, and she wore boots and a tight black skirt that hugged her ass, and sheer maroon bikini panties with a floral border. I wasn’t really in a rush… maybe it was the boots, or the skirt, but once her panties slid down to her ankle I [...]
Ms. E in 4C – 1
Aug 16
“You’ll need to nuzzle in deeper than that to lick me, Honey.” Ms. E’s voice was a gentle contralto – just as calm and pleasant as it was when she greeted me in the hall.
“Are you going to crack my head like a walnut again?” She’d pulled up her skirt so our eyes could meet, [...]
The Birdcage – 4
Aug 15
She left her right hand draped over my face, blocking my view, while she swung her leg off my stomach leaned over me. A hard nipple slid over my taut skin, then pressed down when she settled into place. She made a tight ring around the base of my penis with what felt like a [...]
The Birdcage – 3
Aug 15
“Now, Rrrobin, let’s start over. I’d love to just rrrip off that costume of yours and rrrape you – make a man out of a boy – but it’s such a nice costume. It would be a shame. So let’s try to take it slowly, shall we?”
She tugged my boots off, one at a time; [...]
The Birdcage – 2
Aug 15
At that she dipped again into the top of her boot and produced a purple silk scarf, which she wrapped around my mouth as a gag. While she tied it in place, she murmured in my ear. “I came prepared to abduct Batgirl, but this will do for the tenderer half of the Dynamic Duo, [...]
The Birdcage – 1
Aug 15
Friday, October 30. 9:30ish.
I say “9:30ish”, but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake.
I nursed the ice-water remainders in the tumbler on [...]
