Just What You’re Missing
I love to show you just what you’re missing.
I straddle you in your chair, throw my bare legs over your thighs and around your hips. The satin slides against the fabric of your pants and I almost slip off - I press my hips down and forward, a quick thrust into your swelling cock, half-innocent and accidental.
My fingers brush the skin at the back of your neck and trace a lazy trail up and down before twisting to rub your scalp right there at the back of your skull. Your head tilts back reflexively; you can’t help yourself.
That’s when I lean forward and kiss along your jawline… slow hungry pressings of soft lips and hot breath with just the barest hint of tongue. Something about wearing satin makes me feel langorous and sensual and I take my time devouring you. One soft suck at your earlobe and I whisper:
“Touch my breasts… squeeze them through the satin. I want to feel your hands on me while I kiss you.”
My little black panties are thin and I’m making sure you feel it, rubbing my slit against the bulge in your pants, pressing your cockhead right into the wettest spot. I grind my hips in a circle, in a dance, and run my hands through my long red hair, and flash you a teasing smile.
“No hands, now. Keep them at your sides.”
I use my right hand to grip the back of the chair and hold myself steady… conveniently pressing my breasts right into your face. My left hand unbuttons the top button of my satin pajama top, then the second, then the third. I let it fall open and my hand slides on down.
Your hand reaches up to touch the soft pale cleavage I just exposed. My black bra stays on; I’m holding out on you. You’re not going to see my nipples pressing against the satin or exposed, raw and pink, to your hungry mouth.
“I’d love it if you sucked these right now… Do you want to feel my nipples harden against your tongue?”
I take the ends of my hair in my hand and stroke it over the bare tops of my breasts, down the center line of my cleavage. “I’d like your cock… right… here. I can feel how hard you are.”
I wet my lips.
“Too bad you have to go to work.”
Now, the dismount. I tug the tail of my nightshirt down to cover my bare upper thighs. It had ridden up around my waist at some point while I was dancing on your cock.
I rub the head of your cock once, for good luck. “Maybe later.”
…Good morning, all you working stiffs (ha). My phone teasing for the night is done and I’m going to bed. Have fun, you guys.
September 7th, 2006 at 6:24 am
Mm…
Sabrina
I’ve been lurking in the shadows of your weblog for a few months now, and I thought the time was long overdue to post a little thank you for sharing all this swoony stuff with us. This is the sort of blog you always dream you’ll run into, but never quite believe all the disparate factors could come together at once: literate, kinky, hot under the collar and cool… Reading your tease and denial stories and looking at those tantalisingly real pictures in the context of your musings on the politics of sex work is like being in the library and suddenly feeling your hot breath in my ear. Then - just as suddenly - you’re gone, leaving me high and dry, and with that long walk of shame, past knowing glances and furtive whispers, to the safety of the men’s loos.
Thanks for making it smart so good…
eunichorn
September 7th, 2006 at 2:37 pm
Very hot - both the story and what it did to me!
September 7th, 2006 at 5:42 pm
Evil. Brilliantly Evil.
September 9th, 2006 at 7:23 pm
Meant to comment on this one a few days ago, but you posted it on my birthday. Very nice unintentional birthday present! Thank you!
September 10th, 2006 at 2:39 am
Sabrina: shit, girl, you do evil even better than i do. Excellent post! I take my hat off to you.
(Which, naturally, leaves me naked. Heh.)
Kisses
Minxy xx
September 11th, 2006 at 11:23 pm
Hot! Perfect tease. I’m happy I read this at home and not at work.
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