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justasimplegirl
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LMAO. That's what I'm calling 'em from now on!
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She was tired of being treated like a man's possession.
She was tired of not having her needs met.
She was tired of being the good girl,
the reliable one,
the giver who never receives.
“Now I will open my mind.”
“Now I will let go.”
“Now I will give in to my true desire.”
And accept my passion,
accept my love,
accept my pleasure.
“Oh . . . fuck . . . !”
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She was tired of not having her needs met.
She was tired of being the good girl,
the reliable one,
the giver who never receives.
“Now I will open my mind.”
“Now I will let go.”
“Now I will give in to my true desire.”
And accept my passion,
accept my love,
accept my pleasure.
“Oh . . . fuck . . . !”
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barefootgirl69
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Start with following your friend, and once you find things you like in their posts, find out who the got them from and follow them.
barefootgirl69
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Yesssssssss.... on his lap, in his arms
HBergeron
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"But you're not my husband."
"You don't want your husband doing this."
"I didn't say I wanted you to do this."
"Should I stop?"
"What's your name?"
"Does it matter?"
"No."
LostGirlTink
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Here you go Indie.
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Indie buried her face in the pillows and bit her lip. She could feel the faintest breeze from the open windows tickling across her now bare ass and his fingers, moving so achingly slow across her skin.
She closed her eyes and shivered, though whether it was from the touch, the breeze or anticipation she wasn’t sure.
She been counting down the days for months. Since Christmas really, longer if she was honest. Today was a beautiful spring day and trite as it sounded, it felt like beginnings. She’d dressed for him this morning, slipping on her favorite summer dress and cute little panties. She hadn’t been nervous, just excited, but with his hands on her, she could barely contain herself.
His hand traced over her soft skin again, maddeningly slow. She picked one foot up off the floor to shift positions and his hand pressed against the small of her back holding her in place. He leaned in closer and whispers in that accent that she dreamed about,
“I didn’t say move did I?”
His boot slid between her feet and pushed her legs further apart as his hands gripped her hips and he stepped closer.
She squirmed.
“Indie.”
She stilled. She loved when he said her name.
It was so quiet, the only sounds were her ragged breath, the birds singing outside the window and then the sound she’d been waiting for. The unmistakable sound of his zipper.
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Indie buried her face in the pillows and bit her lip. She could feel the faintest breeze from the open windows tickling across her now bare ass and his fingers, moving so achingly slow across her skin.
She closed her eyes and shivered, though whether it was from the touch, the breeze or anticipation she wasn’t sure.
She been counting down the days for months. Since Christmas really, longer if she was honest. Today was a beautiful spring day and trite as it sounded, it felt like beginnings. She’d dressed for him this morning, slipping on her favorite summer dress and cute little panties. She hadn’t been nervous, just excited, but with his hands on her, she could barely contain herself.
His hand traced over her soft skin again, maddeningly slow. She picked one foot up off the floor to shift positions and his hand pressed against the small of her back holding her in place. He leaned in closer and whispers in that accent that she dreamed about,
“I didn’t say move did I?”
His boot slid between her feet and pushed her legs further apart as his hands gripped her hips and he stepped closer.
She squirmed.
“Indie.”
She stilled. She loved when he said her name.
It was so quiet, the only sounds were her ragged breath, the birds singing outside the window and then the sound she’d been waiting for. The unmistakable sound of his zipper.
LostGirlTink
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*giggles* Well then.
*squirms* I um. I seem to have lost my words for a moment.
Dinner can ALWAYS wait.
Very nice.
Very nice! Thanks for jumping in!
This plays out differently in my head too, but I love your take on it.
Feel free to message me if you need help.
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I told Indie I'd write her one for that too.. I love how we all have different thoughts for the same images.
Matt_Next_Door
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The day was long for her. She was left home all alone to lose herself in her own thoughts. Overthinking was easy for her when there were no tasks left to help her focus. She felt little and needed him.
He could sense the need in her the moment he came through the door after work. Without words needed to be spoken, he took her into his arms and surrounded her in the soft comfort of his gentle thoughts and softer touches. There was no denying the change in her as a deep exhale of contentment involuntarily escaped her lips. She was his and needed him more than ever in that exact moment and in that exact way before she could center herself and regain that energized focus that made her eyes shine and smile. I jut took his touch and his hugs tonight.
He quietly stroked his hand through her hair and whispered in a low, deep growl, “I know what you need babygirl.” Without another word, he took her by the hand and led her to his truck. The music was soft as he reversed out of the drive then took her hand in his as they moved out on the highway out of town.
The bright lights of the city gave way to the beautiful darkness that the country lanes now offered. He turned on to Canyon Road and she knew where they were going…. down to the levy where there is nothing but crickets, bullfrogs and open sky.
He parked and opened her door looking for her hand. Before the door slammed shut, he had her up against the truck, his hands on each side of her face as he devoured her mouth and then moving down to remove her top. There was heated breath as they exchanged whispers. Letting the tailgate slam down, he hopped in the back, unrolled the featherbed they kept handy for just these kinds of nights and then pulled her up to join him. From that instant, his hands were all over her until she stood before him stripped to her panties and bra.
She stilled and positioned herself with her back against the mattress fully ready to surrender and submit to his needs. But he knew it was her needs that would be satisfied that night as he mounted her and re-claimed her with each thrust as he drove inside her. He recharged her spirit as he took her repeatedly under the canopy of stars and a bright summer moon as the air filled with the sounds of mutual pleasures. She was his and he did know what she needed.
The day was long for her. She was left home all alone to lose herself in her own thoughts. Overthinking was easy for her when there were no tasks left to help her focus. She felt little and needed him.
He could sense the need in her the moment he came through the door after work. Without words needed to be spoken, he took her into his arms and surrounded her in the soft comfort of his gentle thoughts and softer touches. There was no denying the change in her as a deep exhale of contentment involuntarily escaped her lips. She was his and needed him more than ever in that exact moment and in that exact way before she could center herself and regain that energized focus that made her eyes shine and smile. I jut took his touch and his hugs tonight.
He quietly stroked his hand through her hair and whispered in a low, deep growl, “I know what you need babygirl.” Without another word, he took her by the hand and led her to his truck. The music was soft as he reversed out of the drive then took her hand in his as they moved out on the highway out of town.
The bright lights of the city gave way to the beautiful darkness that the country lanes now offered. He turned on to Canyon Road and she knew where they were going…. down to the levy where there is nothing but crickets, bullfrogs and open sky.
He parked and opened her door looking for her hand. Before the door slammed shut, he had her up against the truck, his hands on each side of her face as he devoured her mouth and then moving down to remove her top. There was heated breath as they exchanged whispers. Letting the tailgate slam down, he hopped in the back, unrolled the featherbed they kept handy for just these kinds of nights and then pulled her up to join him. From that instant, his hands were all over her until she stood before him stripped to her panties and bra.
She stilled and positioned herself with her back against the mattress fully ready to surrender and submit to his needs. But he knew it was her needs that would be satisfied that night as he mounted her and re-claimed her with each thrust as he drove inside her. He recharged her spirit as he took her repeatedly under the canopy of stars and a bright summer moon as the air filled with the sounds of mutual pleasures. She was his and he did know what she needed.
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Wonderful, y'all!
Wonderful, y'all!
justasimplegirl
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Oh my goodness, y'all have created so many wonderful scenes. Keep 'em coming!
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Kathy loves me, I know she does. She never says it, but I can tell. People always tell me I'm not a good judge of character, that I'm not good at reading social situations, that I can't take a hint. But they're wrong. Especially when it comes to me and Kathy. When I talk to her, people don't see how her eyebrows furrow in the cutest way, how red her face gets because she is so embarrassed by how much she wants me, how her eyes dart around the room looking for help, simply because she is so into me she can't control herself. But I was right. I know I was because Kathy invited me out to this cornfield to meet with her. Today is the day she will tell me how she truly feels.
I wonder what's keeping her?
I think that . . . oh wait, what's that? It's . . . yes, it's an airplane! She must have hired a skywriter to profess her love for me! Kathy will be so surprised when she sees me. I'm wearing a perfect replica Big Bird costume. Because the first conversation we ever had was in the break-room at work, Sesame Street was on TV and she said she always loved Big Bird the most. I remember because I write down everything she says whether she says it to me or not.
She will be so surprised that I remembered Big Bird. But wait, it must not be a skywriter because the plane is too low and . . . wow, it looks like Kathy is flying the plane! I bet, yes that's it . . . she's going to parachute out of the plane and land in my arms! Oh Kathy, you're so romantic . . . but you're flying too low! Kathy, why are you coming toward me so fast? Why . . . why are you . . .
AHHHHHH!!!!!!
I wonder what's keeping her?
I think that . . . oh wait, what's that? It's . . . yes, it's an airplane! She must have hired a skywriter to profess her love for me! Kathy will be so surprised when she sees me. I'm wearing a perfect replica Big Bird costume. Because the first conversation we ever had was in the break-room at work, Sesame Street was on TV and she said she always loved Big Bird the most. I remember because I write down everything she says whether she says it to me or not.
She will be so surprised that I remembered Big Bird. But wait, it must not be a skywriter because the plane is too low and . . . wow, it looks like Kathy is flying the plane! I bet, yes that's it . . . she's going to parachute out of the plane and land in my arms! Oh Kathy, you're so romantic . . . but you're flying too low! Kathy, why are you coming toward me so fast? Why . . . why are you . . .
AHHHHHH!!!!!!
justasimplegirl
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Adorable!!
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This counts as both a post and a dare for the Truth or Dare game.
Hotwords opened the door the apartment and dropped the one small bag he'd brought with him on the floor. Damn it, it was dark and empty. It had been a gamble that he'd find her home tonight. He hadn't called, he hadn't texted her or said he was going to be here. His job kept him from her far too often and he couldn't resist jumping on a plane for the night, even if he had to be flying back to the coast in the morning. He hadn't wanted to say he'd be here and then not make it, but now, it looked like she was working late or out with friends.
He cursed softly under his breath and figured he'd go make something to eat, maybe grab a nap and was walking toward the kitchen when he heard it. A soft splash coming from the bathroom and a soft moan. His heart stilled and his ears searched for any other sound before he moved. There was another sound of water rippling and a soft sigh. He dreams of those sounds.
Did he want to know? The single flower he hand in his hand forgotten he walked down the hallway towards her bathroom, glancing at the pictures on the wall, the little flourishes of uniqueness that made this place hers and considered just walking out, pretending he'd never been here, that this night never happened. He took one step back and his eyes hit the picture of them together at the beach, and even in his hesitation, knew he had to know if he was going to find someone else in HIS place.
He paused with each step, letting all the ways this could end play in his mind. His heart sank as he struggled to find one with a good ending but had to know.
He steeled himself and stepped closer and a smile of relief spread across his face. There were candles and the room was filled with the scent of all the magic potions that made her smell like her and he just stood and took it all in. She was alone. She had her headphones in, probably listening to music or a book, something adorably her, she hadn't heard him. Her eyes were closed, her fingers teasing at her breast, tweaking her nipple, her other hand buried beneath what must have been half a bottle of bubble bath and her teeth were biting her lip, his girl was playing in her bath.
He could see her hand moving between her legs even under the bubbles and watched, mesmerized.
She moaned again and her eyelids fluttered. He'd never watched her play before, he could never resist having his hands on her long enough. He saw her breath catch and heard her gasp and incoherent words fell from her mouth as she came.
She wasn't quiet, somehow he hadn't expected that.
Hell he hadn't expected any of this. His hand stroked once, twice as he watched the satisfaction spread across her face.
He wanted her. Now.
Her eyes opened, she still didn't realize he was there, still lost in her bubbles and fantasy world.
He threw the flower on top of her bubbles and saw panic, surprise and a blush cross her pretty face before it all registered and she sat straight up in the tub, words and happy laughter tumbling out of her mouth. She only got his name out of her mouth before he joined her in the tub and made the most of every minute they had.
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Hotwords opened the door the apartment and dropped the one small bag he'd brought with him on the floor. Damn it, it was dark and empty. It had been a gamble that he'd find her home tonight. He hadn't called, he hadn't texted her or said he was going to be here. His job kept him from her far too often and he couldn't resist jumping on a plane for the night, even if he had to be flying back to the coast in the morning. He hadn't wanted to say he'd be here and then not make it, but now, it looked like she was working late or out with friends.
He cursed softly under his breath and figured he'd go make something to eat, maybe grab a nap and was walking toward the kitchen when he heard it. A soft splash coming from the bathroom and a soft moan. His heart stilled and his ears searched for any other sound before he moved. There was another sound of water rippling and a soft sigh. He dreams of those sounds.
Did he want to know? The single flower he hand in his hand forgotten he walked down the hallway towards her bathroom, glancing at the pictures on the wall, the little flourishes of uniqueness that made this place hers and considered just walking out, pretending he'd never been here, that this night never happened. He took one step back and his eyes hit the picture of them together at the beach, and even in his hesitation, knew he had to know if he was going to find someone else in HIS place.
He paused with each step, letting all the ways this could end play in his mind. His heart sank as he struggled to find one with a good ending but had to know.
He steeled himself and stepped closer and a smile of relief spread across his face. There were candles and the room was filled with the scent of all the magic potions that made her smell like her and he just stood and took it all in. She was alone. She had her headphones in, probably listening to music or a book, something adorably her, she hadn't heard him. Her eyes were closed, her fingers teasing at her breast, tweaking her nipple, her other hand buried beneath what must have been half a bottle of bubble bath and her teeth were biting her lip, his girl was playing in her bath.
He could see her hand moving between her legs even under the bubbles and watched, mesmerized.
She moaned again and her eyelids fluttered. He'd never watched her play before, he could never resist having his hands on her long enough. He saw her breath catch and heard her gasp and incoherent words fell from her mouth as she came.
She wasn't quiet, somehow he hadn't expected that.
Hell he hadn't expected any of this. His hand stroked once, twice as he watched the satisfaction spread across her face.
He wanted her. Now.
Her eyes opened, she still didn't realize he was there, still lost in her bubbles and fantasy world.
He threw the flower on top of her bubbles and saw panic, surprise and a blush cross her pretty face before it all registered and she sat straight up in the tub, words and happy laughter tumbling out of her mouth. She only got his name out of her mouth before he joined her in the tub and made the most of every minute they had.
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hotwords229_A
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Tink, I love this story! ^^^^^
So well written and so sexy. You've outdone yourself and I am honored.
Thank you
So well written and so sexy. You've outdone yourself and I am honored.
Thank you
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justasimplegirl
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Aww, Tink this is wonderful! Such a beautiful scene ... *dreamy sigh*
LostGirlTink
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Tink, I love this story! ^^^^^
So well written and so sexy. You've outdone yourself and I am honored.
Thank you
I'm glad you liked it.
LOL I may have tried to click too, I was half expecting a link as well.
I had something different in mind at first, but I'm happy with how it turned out.
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justasimplegirl
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She had always hoped for a Daddy that loved to read. It wasn't a requirement, of course, but the idea of finding a man who loved words as much as she does was intoxicating. To be asked to read to him and to be read to ... these are the things she fantasized about. A romantic dinner could never complete with visiting a historic library. A dozen roses might bring a smile, but a worn, well read copy of his favorite novel would make her heart sing.
She smiled, thinking back to the day she found him. Even that first meeting was an exercise in power exchange. She'd been sifting through the "nickle table" at the used book store that Saturday morning. Even when the store was full, she was generally the only person who bothered with the tattered stacks. She reached for a sad little paperback, the cover long gone and the title page torn. He grabbed it at the same time. They both muttered apologies and both tugged on the book.
She glanced up then, truly surprised that he hadn't let go.
He looked ... angry. Her stubborn streak immediately flared in response.
"Excuse me, but I was here first. Kindly let go of my book." She felt an urge to stomp her foot, but managed to catch herself.
He grinned then, as if he found her absurd. "I will excuse your rude behavior this time, but mind your manners, girl. I am buying this book. If it is the price that you are worried about, I would be happy to buy you a newer copy. The store has many, I'm sure."
Her eyes narrowed as her ire grew. "Rude behavior? I don't know who you think you are, sir, but it is you who are being rude. A gentleman would have released the book immediately. And how DARE you assume I would let you buy anything for me!" She stomped her foot then, unable to control the impulse.
He growled. It was barely audible and only lasted a second, but she heard it and shivered in response. "Look here, little girl ...," he paused, trying to rein in his response to her. Suddenly curious he asked, "Why? There are other books here. Newer copies of this book. Why must you have this copy?"
She tilted her chin defiantly and simply whispered, "It's my favorite book."
He groaned then. She hadn't answered the question. At least, she hadn't given an answer that made any damn sense. "Again, why THIS copy? It's a classic and it's still in print. You could get any level of condition from slightly used to brand new. Why are you fighting me over this worthless copy with the cover missing? Just to be a brat about it?"
The change in her was instant and left him thinking, "Oh shit."
Her grip on the book tightened as she made her way around the table. He realized he'd instinctively taken a step back and silently cursed himself for it. He squared his shoulders and prepared for her assault.
She hadn't realized just how tall he was until she stood before him but it didn't sway her. She raised on tip toe as she glared at him, every few words punctuated with a poke in the chest as she said, "I want THIS copy because it is not worthless. I TOLD you it is my favorite book. No copy of it can be worthless because I treasure it. Now, I'm sure someone like you sees all of these "worthless" books as fuel for your fireplace or pages for art pieces and craft projects, but let me tell you something, mister, each of these books looks the way it does because someone loved it enough to read it again and again. These aren't just pages to be cut apart and glued to a box or stuck in a frame, these are adventures to be experienced. And THIS book is one of my favorites. I WILL have it. So you might as well let go because I will not allow you to treat something I care about so poorly."
Taking a step back, "And you haven't seen me be a BRAT. Choose your words carefully or you just might." She stomped her foot again.
He let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and began to chuckle. She looked ready to explode and opened her mouth to attack again but he quickly pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, taking control of the conversation.
"Hold on, babygirl, you've made some mighty big accusations about a man you do not know. I reached for the book to rescue it as well. I would hate to see even the worst copy torn apart for the sake of some silly notion you found on Pinterest. Classics such as this are a prime target for crafty little girls so I assumed that was your intent. I shouldn't have made such assumptions and for that I apologize, though at least my assumption makes sense. I cannot imagine what would make you think I spend my time cutting and pasting art projects." He chuckled again.
"Now, if you can assure me you will take proper care of it, I will gladly allow you to purchase the book." He tugged gently, pulling her closer as he leaned down to whisper against her ear, "And while I do enjoy the sassy set of your lips and the sparks in your eyes when you are angry, you will not address me as mister. That kind of thing will have you over Daddy's knee with a sore bottom. You'd best stick with Sir."
She looked at him again, the little creases at the corners of his eyes evidence that he smiles often, those same lines creating the perfect frame for the desire burning in his gaze. She opened her mouth again to speak but couldn't think of a thing to say as the blush spread across her cheeks.
He released the book and she instinctively whispered, "Thank you, Sir."
It was the first of many times a book would create sparks between them, though these days they usually found better ways to direct those passions.
Like today, when Daddy assigned her chapters to read then settled in between her thighs to test her focus ... with his tongue.
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She smiled, thinking back to the day she found him. Even that first meeting was an exercise in power exchange. She'd been sifting through the "nickle table" at the used book store that Saturday morning. Even when the store was full, she was generally the only person who bothered with the tattered stacks. She reached for a sad little paperback, the cover long gone and the title page torn. He grabbed it at the same time. They both muttered apologies and both tugged on the book.
She glanced up then, truly surprised that he hadn't let go.
He looked ... angry. Her stubborn streak immediately flared in response.
"Excuse me, but I was here first. Kindly let go of my book." She felt an urge to stomp her foot, but managed to catch herself.
He grinned then, as if he found her absurd. "I will excuse your rude behavior this time, but mind your manners, girl. I am buying this book. If it is the price that you are worried about, I would be happy to buy you a newer copy. The store has many, I'm sure."
Her eyes narrowed as her ire grew. "Rude behavior? I don't know who you think you are, sir, but it is you who are being rude. A gentleman would have released the book immediately. And how DARE you assume I would let you buy anything for me!" She stomped her foot then, unable to control the impulse.
He growled. It was barely audible and only lasted a second, but she heard it and shivered in response. "Look here, little girl ...," he paused, trying to rein in his response to her. Suddenly curious he asked, "Why? There are other books here. Newer copies of this book. Why must you have this copy?"
She tilted her chin defiantly and simply whispered, "It's my favorite book."
He groaned then. She hadn't answered the question. At least, she hadn't given an answer that made any damn sense. "Again, why THIS copy? It's a classic and it's still in print. You could get any level of condition from slightly used to brand new. Why are you fighting me over this worthless copy with the cover missing? Just to be a brat about it?"
The change in her was instant and left him thinking, "Oh shit."
Her grip on the book tightened as she made her way around the table. He realized he'd instinctively taken a step back and silently cursed himself for it. He squared his shoulders and prepared for her assault.
She hadn't realized just how tall he was until she stood before him but it didn't sway her. She raised on tip toe as she glared at him, every few words punctuated with a poke in the chest as she said, "I want THIS copy because it is not worthless. I TOLD you it is my favorite book. No copy of it can be worthless because I treasure it. Now, I'm sure someone like you sees all of these "worthless" books as fuel for your fireplace or pages for art pieces and craft projects, but let me tell you something, mister, each of these books looks the way it does because someone loved it enough to read it again and again. These aren't just pages to be cut apart and glued to a box or stuck in a frame, these are adventures to be experienced. And THIS book is one of my favorites. I WILL have it. So you might as well let go because I will not allow you to treat something I care about so poorly."
Taking a step back, "And you haven't seen me be a BRAT. Choose your words carefully or you just might." She stomped her foot again.
He let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and began to chuckle. She looked ready to explode and opened her mouth to attack again but he quickly pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, taking control of the conversation.
"Hold on, babygirl, you've made some mighty big accusations about a man you do not know. I reached for the book to rescue it as well. I would hate to see even the worst copy torn apart for the sake of some silly notion you found on Pinterest. Classics such as this are a prime target for crafty little girls so I assumed that was your intent. I shouldn't have made such assumptions and for that I apologize, though at least my assumption makes sense. I cannot imagine what would make you think I spend my time cutting and pasting art projects." He chuckled again.
"Now, if you can assure me you will take proper care of it, I will gladly allow you to purchase the book." He tugged gently, pulling her closer as he leaned down to whisper against her ear, "And while I do enjoy the sassy set of your lips and the sparks in your eyes when you are angry, you will not address me as mister. That kind of thing will have you over Daddy's knee with a sore bottom. You'd best stick with Sir."
She looked at him again, the little creases at the corners of his eyes evidence that he smiles often, those same lines creating the perfect frame for the desire burning in his gaze. She opened her mouth again to speak but couldn't think of a thing to say as the blush spread across her cheeks.
He released the book and she instinctively whispered, "Thank you, Sir."
It was the first of many times a book would create sparks between them, though these days they usually found better ways to direct those passions.
Like today, when Daddy assigned her chapters to read then settled in between her thighs to test her focus ... with his tongue.
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LostGirlTink
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Thanks Jenny!
And um.. fuck JSG. Just um. Fuck.
Yeah that was right (and ties in so well with recent dares!) *giggles*
And um.. fuck JSG. Just um. Fuck.
Yeah that was right (and ties in so well with recent dares!) *giggles*
base10
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I’m not sure what I like more, the intellectualism or the eroticism. Do I want her so engrossed in thought my head between her legs is the background noise, or do I want her unable to concentrate on her book because of my tongue. I’m not sure this question has an immediate answer, the two sides can intertwine and linger for a while.
Well done JSG, this is beautiful.
hotwords229_A
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Another incredible story, JSG and a fantastic pic!
