Strip for me
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oooh, is this another d/s thread? 
Yes, Joey, strip!
Yes, Joey, strip!
carsonshepherd
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wishfulthinking said:oooh, is this another d/s thread?
Yes, Joey, strip!
yaaaay! *chants* take it off .
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Taking off my jean jacket and laying it down on the chair beside me.I stand up and get eye contact with you, direct contact that never breaks . It turns me on to see you watch me intently, i can already feel my nipples begin to harden. I slidde my hands across my chest , aand feel a shiver when my palms brush my nipples. I know that soon i won't be feeling a chill, rather i'll be way too hot, steaming hot.Rhys said:
The ppace of the music that you have put on increases, i dance erotically, suggestively but always including the gymnastcs training i have excelled in, the floor work can be modified easily to accomidate life as a stripper.
My body begins to sweat as i run, jump and crawl my way to ridding myself of my tank top.
Tugging the tshirt out of the left side of my jeans with my right hand, running my nail along the waistbad of my pants, to stop at the firstbutton on my 501 button up jeans.Snap, the top button pops open and then my hand travels along the waistband of my pants again, pulling the shirt, now damp with perspiration out of the right side of my jeans.
Turning around and staring directly into your eyes, my fingers travel back to the cente of my body , i llightly trace a path from the top of y pants up slowly over my belly button and then around first one , then the other nipple.
I move closer to you and my hand gets lower and lower on my body ening again at my jeans, pop. pop. buttonS 2 and 3, open, exposing the very tip of my rapidly hardening member.
I groan as i accidently touch myself here.
Then i do it again as i feel myself beginning to breathe faster, i have to stop, before its too much.I watch your eyes blaze, with what i wonder..some sort of emotion. Still my gaze has never left yours..Pop, POP, pop..buttons number 4, 5, 6..open revealing only my boxers, tented.
Running my fingers all over my glistening body, hot and hard, i ask you
shall i continue..sir?
Will you help me with my jeans...?
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Oooh. Not bad at all.
except now I have that Adam Ant song stuck in my head.
except now I have that Adam Ant song stuck in my head.
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OhMissScarlett said:Oooh. Not bad at all.
except now I have that Adam Ant song stuck in my head.
eh. thing is, it doesn't have any feeling. It's nothing but an inventory of what happens, with no sensuality or emotion. On a 5 scale I give it a 3.1. (and I DO count off for spelling....)
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carsonshepherd said:
okay then, Show me what you mean, don't just tell me.
OhMissScarlett
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Yeah, show him! Take it off, Carson!(He's probably not dressed anyway.)joeys-game said:
I still have problems with the spelling and punctuation. Joey does seem to be making a little progress. So, keep working, yah!!!
Here's my advice: Try to steer clear of such a mechanical breakdown of the actions, such as "left hand" or "right hand" and concentrate more on feeling and sensation.
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joeys-game said:
i would but i'm writing. maybe later
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Standing nude before you, cheeks flushed from shyness or arousal, I await further instructions. Quietly impatient, nipples already growing hard, I gently sigh as you at last tell me what it is you wish.
Suddenly nervous yet wanting to please, my small hands caress my recently bared flesh under your perusal. I'm already breathing faster as I slide my fingers past the growing perspiration between my tits. My hands circle, then cup, then pinch hard nipples as I watch you watching me.
I send those same fingers down my sides, around my hips, and slowly across my soft tummy to tease you. But I'm the one being teased, as I barely notice long fingernails scratching my own skin.
I suppose I shouldn't contribute 'cause I'm female (but M/M sex is indeed yummy) and I love D/s play. Lust is lust, though, hmmm?
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sweetsubsarahh said:
see, that's it exactly. thanks Sarah
impressions and emotions rather than just a long descriptive passage.... just what i was saying....As I walk back into the living room, I notice you sitting on the large chair, eyes gazing at my movements.
I look at you with curiosity as you sip your drink. Your grin sends a small shiver down my spine. You reach for the remote on the end table and turn on some light jazz. You relax back into your chair and begin to smile wider.
I meander closer to you and you motion for me to stop about five feet away from you. A shy smile spreads across my face as I think of all the naughty thoughts that my be running through your head.
I begin to imagine all the wonderful things that I hope you do to me, do for me. I wait patiently for your instructions, your commands.
Your eyes begin to shine with a glimmer and desire. I smile wider as I see your want take over your usual calm, almost cold, demeanor.
After a moment you turn the jazz up slightly louder and dim the lights. Your face becomes gently obscured by the growing shadows and I loose sight of your brown hair that I love so much.
I start to breathe heavier for fear of what surprises you may have in store for me. Fear quickly turns into a wanton anticipation. I begin to grow hard just thinking of what you might be doing alone in your dark corner. Only after a few minutes do I notice that you have the only light left turned on focused right on me. My cheeks began to flush with slight embarassment from the sudden stage fright.
I can feel your smile as you watch your little boy squirm in the lime light. I know you know. You know my cock's hard. You know my bodies sweating, waiting, for your touch. I can feel your heart race as you see me stare straight into your eyes. Sadly, I can not see your beautiful blue eyes. I know this only makes you even more happy. Your little boy in isolation performing solely for you. No distactions. No way to let my mind wonder to sinful thoughts of sliding you in me. No image of your devilishly handsome smile to disctract me. As I begin to wonder what game you are playing this night you quickly inform me.
Sharp and crisp as always you bark a simple command. Strip.
One word conveys so much meaning from you. Your eyes seer through me even in the dark. Your tone pierces through all my defenses and melts me. I must obey. I must make you happy.
I wait for the rythm of the jazz to take over. I feel the beat and get lost in the music. All thoughts get lost in the haunting melody. Thoughts of you fade as I focus on the task you command of me.
I sway my hips lazily as I feel your body caress mine. I wish the feeling was real instead of a faded memory of the first time we danced together. You were so gentle then, seducing me, catching me, keeping me. I still feel the secure grip you instilled in me. I begin to slowly unbotton my shirt as I feel your hands rub over my chest, like you did so long ago. I open my eyes hoping to see you out of your chair in front of me, but you still sit, gazing, peering. I return back to my little world of pleasing you.
When the last button pops I begin to slowly turn around to allow my back to face you. I glance back shyly and innocently. I grin knowing that you know me far better than the illusion that spread across my face and posture.
My shirt slowly falls as gravity commands and my bare shoulders shudder from the sudden cold. Quickly I turn to face you. I wish so badly to see you, but I know not to disobey and displease you. Never would I want to make my master unhappy. I relax as I recall your first touch on my bare chest. My hands retrace the path you made, grazing gently at my aroused state. I feel my stomach and lean my head back with passion and pleasure. I begin to slip up to my hard nipples and rub my chest with equal sensuality that you did. Fingertips dancing, finger nails scratching, lazy eagerness turning into firery passion, my nails dig in deep into my soft flesh. My sudden moans fills you with pleasure. I can sense it, feel it, feel you. My red marks a create road map showing what pleases me.
You cough slightly telling me to continue. I snap out of my self indulgence to return to my purpose. I should have known better than to enjoy myself so much. That pleasure has long been reserved for your touch alone.
I beging to return to the enchanting music as I start to unbuckle my belt. The leather in my hands returns me to your favorite postion. When you bound me the first time with your very own belt I melted into you. I gave myself to you that night and became yours. I take my own belt now and rub it gently along my neck. I let the leather strap fall down the front of my chest as the metal tip stays slung over my shoulder. As it dangles I can feel your graps lift it to strike me. I brance in anticipation. I shudder with delight at the thought of your swat. I wait. Nothing.
The frustration of you just sitting there is beginning to drive me crazy. I take the strap myself to give me the pleasure your absence denies me. As the belt is raised, you cough again. I pause. I lift the belt. You speak.
Don't.
I drop the belt immediately. I know I've displeased you now. You were forced to speak. Even though I know you unhappy at this moment, I delight in thinking of what torturous punishment you may have for me later. I grin with my wicked satisfaction. Your words again break my personal pleasure.
Boy, if you knew what I was going to do to you, you wouldn't be grinning.
Your tone is harsh and cold. I know you serious, but I can't contain my excitement. I know you'll thrash me. Take me. Force me. It's what I live for.
With only a few articles of clothing remaining I want to hurry, I want to bare myself to you. I want you to see my excitment. I want you to fuck me!
I unbotton and unzip my jeans. I lower them just beyond my hips. I beging to dance again and thrust as I would if I were able to with you. I buck my hips imaging you bent over me, taking me. I lean back, into you. As I press hard and get shoved forward time and time again, my jeans begin to naturally fall. I kick them off of my ankles and am only left in my boxers. At this point it's a trivial matter really. They certainly aren't hiding how hard I am for you.
I begin to lower my waist band slightly. Just as my head pokes out I lift it back up again. I want to tease. I want to play. You want to watch your little boy have fun, so I will. I do a little dance for you, seductively moving my hips and giving you plenty of reason to enjoy my movements. I turn and lower at the waist to show you what you'll be having later on. As I raise I place my hands on the waistband again. As I get ready to lower them I feel your heavy presence at my back. You must have gotten up when I was lower.
I feel you grab my hair and snap me sharply erect. You reach around and grab my chest firmly pulling me into you. Your hard cock slams into the crack of my ass. Sheer delight spreads across my face as you finally claim your boy toy.
I continue to lower my boxers when you suddenly grab my wrists. You pull them behind my back and use my belt to tie them up. You lean in close to my ear. Calm, in control, you whisper, play time's over. You're mine now bitch.
I look at you with curiosity as you sip your drink. Your grin sends a small shiver down my spine. You reach for the remote on the end table and turn on some light jazz. You relax back into your chair and begin to smile wider.
I meander closer to you and you motion for me to stop about five feet away from you. A shy smile spreads across my face as I think of all the naughty thoughts that my be running through your head.
I begin to imagine all the wonderful things that I hope you do to me, do for me. I wait patiently for your instructions, your commands.
Your eyes begin to shine with a glimmer and desire. I smile wider as I see your want take over your usual calm, almost cold, demeanor.
After a moment you turn the jazz up slightly louder and dim the lights. Your face becomes gently obscured by the growing shadows and I loose sight of your brown hair that I love so much.
I start to breathe heavier for fear of what surprises you may have in store for me. Fear quickly turns into a wanton anticipation. I begin to grow hard just thinking of what you might be doing alone in your dark corner. Only after a few minutes do I notice that you have the only light left turned on focused right on me. My cheeks began to flush with slight embarassment from the sudden stage fright.
I can feel your smile as you watch your little boy squirm in the lime light. I know you know. You know my cock's hard. You know my bodies sweating, waiting, for your touch. I can feel your heart race as you see me stare straight into your eyes. Sadly, I can not see your beautiful blue eyes. I know this only makes you even more happy. Your little boy in isolation performing solely for you. No distactions. No way to let my mind wonder to sinful thoughts of sliding you in me. No image of your devilishly handsome smile to disctract me. As I begin to wonder what game you are playing this night you quickly inform me.
Sharp and crisp as always you bark a simple command. Strip.
One word conveys so much meaning from you. Your eyes seer through me even in the dark. Your tone pierces through all my defenses and melts me. I must obey. I must make you happy.
I wait for the rythm of the jazz to take over. I feel the beat and get lost in the music. All thoughts get lost in the haunting melody. Thoughts of you fade as I focus on the task you command of me.
I sway my hips lazily as I feel your body caress mine. I wish the feeling was real instead of a faded memory of the first time we danced together. You were so gentle then, seducing me, catching me, keeping me. I still feel the secure grip you instilled in me. I begin to slowly unbotton my shirt as I feel your hands rub over my chest, like you did so long ago. I open my eyes hoping to see you out of your chair in front of me, but you still sit, gazing, peering. I return back to my little world of pleasing you.
When the last button pops I begin to slowly turn around to allow my back to face you. I glance back shyly and innocently. I grin knowing that you know me far better than the illusion that spread across my face and posture.
My shirt slowly falls as gravity commands and my bare shoulders shudder from the sudden cold. Quickly I turn to face you. I wish so badly to see you, but I know not to disobey and displease you. Never would I want to make my master unhappy. I relax as I recall your first touch on my bare chest. My hands retrace the path you made, grazing gently at my aroused state. I feel my stomach and lean my head back with passion and pleasure. I begin to slip up to my hard nipples and rub my chest with equal sensuality that you did. Fingertips dancing, finger nails scratching, lazy eagerness turning into firery passion, my nails dig in deep into my soft flesh. My sudden moans fills you with pleasure. I can sense it, feel it, feel you. My red marks a create road map showing what pleases me.
You cough slightly telling me to continue. I snap out of my self indulgence to return to my purpose. I should have known better than to enjoy myself so much. That pleasure has long been reserved for your touch alone.
I beging to return to the enchanting music as I start to unbuckle my belt. The leather in my hands returns me to your favorite postion. When you bound me the first time with your very own belt I melted into you. I gave myself to you that night and became yours. I take my own belt now and rub it gently along my neck. I let the leather strap fall down the front of my chest as the metal tip stays slung over my shoulder. As it dangles I can feel your graps lift it to strike me. I brance in anticipation. I shudder with delight at the thought of your swat. I wait. Nothing.
The frustration of you just sitting there is beginning to drive me crazy. I take the strap myself to give me the pleasure your absence denies me. As the belt is raised, you cough again. I pause. I lift the belt. You speak.
Don't.
I drop the belt immediately. I know I've displeased you now. You were forced to speak. Even though I know you unhappy at this moment, I delight in thinking of what torturous punishment you may have for me later. I grin with my wicked satisfaction. Your words again break my personal pleasure.
Boy, if you knew what I was going to do to you, you wouldn't be grinning.
Your tone is harsh and cold. I know you serious, but I can't contain my excitement. I know you'll thrash me. Take me. Force me. It's what I live for.
With only a few articles of clothing remaining I want to hurry, I want to bare myself to you. I want you to see my excitment. I want you to fuck me!
I unbotton and unzip my jeans. I lower them just beyond my hips. I beging to dance again and thrust as I would if I were able to with you. I buck my hips imaging you bent over me, taking me. I lean back, into you. As I press hard and get shoved forward time and time again, my jeans begin to naturally fall. I kick them off of my ankles and am only left in my boxers. At this point it's a trivial matter really. They certainly aren't hiding how hard I am for you.
I begin to lower my waist band slightly. Just as my head pokes out I lift it back up again. I want to tease. I want to play. You want to watch your little boy have fun, so I will. I do a little dance for you, seductively moving my hips and giving you plenty of reason to enjoy my movements. I turn and lower at the waist to show you what you'll be having later on. As I raise I place my hands on the waistband again. As I get ready to lower them I feel your heavy presence at my back. You must have gotten up when I was lower.
I feel you grab my hair and snap me sharply erect. You reach around and grab my chest firmly pulling me into you. Your hard cock slams into the crack of my ass. Sheer delight spreads across my face as you finally claim your boy toy.
I continue to lower my boxers when you suddenly grab my wrists. You pull them behind my back and use my belt to tie them up. You lean in close to my ear. Calm, in control, you whisper, play time's over. You're mine now bitch.
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*holds up card*
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I wanna hear the rest of rikaaim's story.
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i do too.. and put butter on itSunnie said:I wanna see Scarlett's AV strip. ...the rest of the way.
sweetsubsarahh said:I wanna hear the rest of rikaaim's story.
To be honest that's the most writing I've done since February. It was just an impormptu piece. Maybe I'll finish it. I don't know. It was just fun to jot down in about 10 minutes or so.
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Sorry Rhys, but not for you (but enjoy if you can)
Sunburn she'd said. Sunburn I can do...
"Is yours like this?" I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it to show my chest: brown, but with the pink tinge that shows it’s the start of the sun season.
"My shoulders too..." I stood, turned and folded down the top to show the shoulders – redder, but still mainly brown.
I turned back to look at her, then pulled the shirt-tails from my jeans, waited a moment, then stretched my arms slightly back so that the shirt's weight took the sleeves down my arms, falling to the floor.
Another momentary pause, then I turned to show my back.
It's odd. Working on a truck, deliveries are determined by the layout of each site – and that simply isn't determined by the compass. The direction of the sun is random. Nevertheless, it's my back that always catches the tan and it lasts over the winter. After the first no-shirt day this year there'd certainly be some pink, but only enough to make the bronze look warm.
"No!" she said. "Mine's much worse than that!"
And she proved it, carefully pulling off the unbuttoned blouse that she wore over a boob tube.
"My legs too!" she said, and lifted her skirt to show bright red knees.
"OK. You win. And I suppose you want to see the evidence?"
"Uh huh..." she nodded.
I unbuckled my belt, popped the button and drew down my jeans' zip, then sat down and took off my trainers. (Been there before! Don't you feel a right prat when you try to take them off and they won't go over the footwear?) I eased up and slid the jeans over my hips, off my legs, then stood up again, finishing with a twirl.
"Satisfied?"
"Well, I can see that I've won the 'Sunburn Stakes', but as for 'satisfied'?"
She too could do the dramatic pause.
"Not yet..."
Sunburn she'd said. Sunburn I can do...
"Is yours like this?" I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it to show my chest: brown, but with the pink tinge that shows it’s the start of the sun season.
"My shoulders too..." I stood, turned and folded down the top to show the shoulders – redder, but still mainly brown.
I turned back to look at her, then pulled the shirt-tails from my jeans, waited a moment, then stretched my arms slightly back so that the shirt's weight took the sleeves down my arms, falling to the floor.
Another momentary pause, then I turned to show my back.
It's odd. Working on a truck, deliveries are determined by the layout of each site – and that simply isn't determined by the compass. The direction of the sun is random. Nevertheless, it's my back that always catches the tan and it lasts over the winter. After the first no-shirt day this year there'd certainly be some pink, but only enough to make the bronze look warm.
"No!" she said. "Mine's much worse than that!"
And she proved it, carefully pulling off the unbuttoned blouse that she wore over a boob tube.
"My legs too!" she said, and lifted her skirt to show bright red knees.
"OK. You win. And I suppose you want to see the evidence?"
"Uh huh..." she nodded.
I unbuckled my belt, popped the button and drew down my jeans' zip, then sat down and took off my trainers. (Been there before! Don't you feel a right prat when you try to take them off and they won't go over the footwear?) I eased up and slid the jeans over my hips, off my legs, then stood up again, finishing with a twirl.
"Satisfied?"
"Well, I can see that I've won the 'Sunburn Stakes', but as for 'satisfied'?"
She too could do the dramatic pause.
"Not yet..."
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these are the kind of things I miss when I go to the store.neonurotic said:
and Eff is getting naked too.*swoon*
Sunnie & Logo
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fifty5 said:For you, ma'am, er Miss, ... any time you like!
what an offer!Your puppies are really cute, btw.
