intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Captain Callie
(was actually thinking the same thing but I was still in third person mode)
She was deliscious, and I thought about my own experiences with the whip. I had training since I had transported live cargo before, right now I was thinking of the bruise comment and mentally deciding which whip I'd use when the time came. I was a doer, a toucher, a hands on type of Captain.
I ran one hand along her spine causing her to relax as my other arm had moved into place to pick her up. I only wished I had more hands as I laid her down on the bed. I smiled and leaned over her my strong thighs pinning her beneath me as I reached up and brought down the single restraint. I wrapped the soft leather around both of her wrists and grinned. I kissed and licked from her forehead down her nose to her lips.
I lingered there savouring before my tongue invaded her mouth letting her feel it's full length and girth before withdrawing. My nails were short and neat. I slowly gently grazed them down her sides leaving faint pink lines, that grew darker as the pressure increased the farther down I went.
I wondered what type she was, a squirmer, a screamer, a resistor. I decided that for the moment she would still be able to see as my nails ran along her ribs. It was a simple thing and yet so complex in the little touches, teasing her, searching out her needs and fulfilling them without question. I smiled and flicked my tongue out impishly as I reached for a lotion I had noticed earlier. It would make the scratches tingle before it soothed them and heated her skin.
I poured a liberal amount in my hands and starting along an imagined panty line I worked slowly up and out to her sides.
(was actually thinking the same thing but I was still in third person mode)
She was deliscious, and I thought about my own experiences with the whip. I had training since I had transported live cargo before, right now I was thinking of the bruise comment and mentally deciding which whip I'd use when the time came. I was a doer, a toucher, a hands on type of Captain.
I ran one hand along her spine causing her to relax as my other arm had moved into place to pick her up. I only wished I had more hands as I laid her down on the bed. I smiled and leaned over her my strong thighs pinning her beneath me as I reached up and brought down the single restraint. I wrapped the soft leather around both of her wrists and grinned. I kissed and licked from her forehead down her nose to her lips.
I lingered there savouring before my tongue invaded her mouth letting her feel it's full length and girth before withdrawing. My nails were short and neat. I slowly gently grazed them down her sides leaving faint pink lines, that grew darker as the pressure increased the farther down I went.
I wondered what type she was, a squirmer, a screamer, a resistor. I decided that for the moment she would still be able to see as my nails ran along her ribs. It was a simple thing and yet so complex in the little touches, teasing her, searching out her needs and fulfilling them without question. I smiled and flicked my tongue out impishly as I reached for a lotion I had noticed earlier. It would make the scratches tingle before it soothed them and heated her skin.
I poured a liberal amount in my hands and starting along an imagined panty line I worked slowly up and out to her sides.