EROTICA
Table-Tops and Tea
Like some kind of sexy caveman, he likes to pull my hair, restrain me, bite, smack, bend me into strange and sometimes less-than-comfortable shapes for his pleasure.
His hands cup my breasts, his palms caressing the soft, warm flesh while his fingers stroke and pinch at the nipples. I can feel his humid breath against my ear as his teeth nibble and tease my earlobe. My eyes are closed, and I sway softly back and forth, making sure to occasionally press my backside against his groin. I enjoy the quiet little groaning sounds he makes every time I brush against his swelling member. While his hands continue to knead at my tits, he begins to frot slowly and steadily against my naked bottom. With each movement, the head of his penis slides up the crack between the cheeks. The slight pulling sensation makes my nether lips tingle and convulse.
Firmly, he leans my body forward until my forearms rest lightly on the table-top. I can smell the aroma of the furniture polish rising up into my nostrils. It combines with the scent of my own desire and the sensual tang of his cologne; Calvin Klein ‘Euphoria for Men’- my favourite. He always makes sure to wear it whenever he knows we’ll be spending time together. I love the thought of him, fresh from the shower and cleanly shaved, spritzing himself with the fragrance because he knows how much I like it and that it’s going to turn me on. He’s good at those little touches. I think it would surprise people to know how tender, considerate and romantic he actually is; to the outside world he can come across as a bit brusque and cynical. Once you get to know him, though, he’s a pussy cat.
Not now, though. Not in his ‘bedroom’ mode. In sexual situations, he is always the pursuer, the dominator, the Master. Like some kind of sexy caveman, he likes to pull my hair, restrain me, bite, smack, bend me into strange and sometimes less-than-comfortable shapes for his pleasure. Not just his own pleasure, though. I find it incredibly arousing when he bosses me around, growls sexy orders at me, treats me like a rag-doll, and uses my body. I love it when he leaves his marks on me; teeth marks, hickeys, bruises, the rows of little indentations from the Wartenberg Wheel I love…
