Erotica

You do not speak unless I tell you to. You do not move, unless I tell you to. You are my toy. You exist for my pleasure, whatever that entails. Your body is a collection of holes for me to…

Your punishment awaits. It’s what you’ve been craving, seeking, demanding, of me. It will be delicious and excruciating, exhausting and energizing. It will come in flashes of intensity, and hours of arousal. You will quiver and tremble, wince and flinch,…

I want to watch as you perform for me. You wear a black minidress, black boyshorts, and a black, lacy, bra. You lower yourself down to a squat and spread your legs for me, so I can see your thighs,…

Is it presumptuous of me to imagine what happens next? To imagine that, as I walk toward you, unbuckling my belt, our eyes locked on one another, you would lick your lips involuntarily? To imagine that, as I approached you,…

You go to kiss me. I push your head down, not meeting your lips. “Kneel,” I say. It’s not a request. You do. “What do you want?” I ask. You’re silent. You look down. “Look up at me.” A beat…

“I’m trying to be less sketchy,” she said, explaining why she didn’t feel she could/should suck my cock in a hotel room procured solely for that purpose just minutes after we met. She certainly didn’t look sketchy: she wore a…

I hand you the hotel room key. “It’s room 909,” I say. “When you get there, take your clothes off, and lie, spread-eagled, on the bed. Close your eyes, and wait.” You do as I ask. You lie, waiting. Your…

I like to watch you touch yourself. I want to tell you what to wear (you know that). I want to tell you where to sit, or where to lie (you know that). I want to tell you what to…

My cock aches, more than it’s hard. All I can think of is your tongue, tracing up, and down, my shaft.  Up and down, around and around. I can’t wait to feed it to you.

“Come for me,” I say. She does. “Again,” I command. She looks at me, smiles, nods. Her eyes close, her head tilts back. She comes. Her eyes open. She’s spent, exhausted. “Again, please.”