Fleshbot

She greeted me in a spangly white tank-top, with shimmering silver panels, her copious cleavage barely contained by the cotton of the shirt. She wore a tight black miniskirt, her round, meaty ass almost visible at its bottom, her chunky,…

I want to drink in your body. To see you move, walk, bend, sit, lie. To watch as the curves of your flesh press against the fabric you wear. I want to see you make the transition in your day,…

You feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it.  You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs.  You feel my breath, warm, moist, on the inside of your thighs.  My lips brush your flesh, my tongue flicks at…

You fumble with the key card.  You open the door.  You’re not even halfway in when I push you, hard, onto the bed.  You yelp with surprise as you flop onto it.  I flip the bolt on the door, and…

Are you hard? A little? I’m very hard. Very fucking hard. I’m glad. Wish I was just around the corner. You’d get a text message from me.  “Come down, bring condoms” I’d reply, “I have them. Come up.” “No, come…

She rejected my attempts to choreograph things: “I don’t want to just be one of your ‘girls,’ with whom you ‘do your thing.’” I didn’t want that, either. I was grateful she pushed us in a different direction, a less…

Take your clothes off as soon as you enter the room. I’ll be sitting in the chair. I’d like you to be wordless, please. Once you’ve stripped to your underwear, I’d like you to lower yourself to your hands and…

As the plane descends, I wonder.  I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing.  We have never spoken, though we have corresponded extensively.  I have told myself that I’m not traveling just to see her – in…

“I’ve been thinking about your lips, about how it would feel for my cock to slide along them, between them.” She responds, in moments, with a photo of her luscious, pouting lips. “Good girl.” Some hours pass.  I write, “I’m…

“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders, over her head.  She instinctively lifted her arms to help.  I removed the camisole that remained.  Her breasts were round,…