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She Says... He Does – Part 2 - The taking

The nervousness is always the problem with the first time… the problems and the pleasure… making her take her time, making her seduce and feeling their surrender. The pink handcuffs hold him in the perfect position, but his virgin entrance hasn’t learned to relax… to welcome its mistress yet. She knows how though… the trick of teaching him to accept her fake cock into his mouth first for example, having him tilt his head up, and sliding the bright red and gold ceramic piece between his lips works wonders on his mind… When she moves behind him, despite his virginity,...

She says – He Does – Part 3 - The Taking Continued

She pushes, but not too hard, just enough to ask the tight muscular rings the question, and to remind his mind of his status. Then all she has to do is wait, caress and encourage, his entrance eases, welcoming the penetration as her voice and her fingers soothe, and before long she’s sliding into him, taking possession of him in a way that no one else has. No matter who or what else, she will always be his first. There was a time when she used to wonder why her phone could be set to make a clicking sound like...

<span style="color:#bd9d65;">  Dominating Sex Toys - Part 1</span>

Dominating Sex Toys - Part 1

“So, you think you know me?” I teased him. Though I wasn’t teasing. He doesn’t know me.  Not really. Who really knows anyone? “Yes! Don’t you think I do? It’s been a year.” “You don’t.” And it might have been a year but most of that year he’s spent with his wife and their brats, not with me, saying he wants to be with me but not always actually being there.  “Surprise me.” Why should I surprise him though? He’s the one who promised surprise. Though, to be fair, he hasn’t been too bad in delivering. That inflatable dildo he...

Dominating Sex Toys - Part 2

I walk away. This time I’m being kind and I close the window.  Except for my double penetration strapon, I’m naked from the waist down and was getting a little chilly myself. I’ll leave him to sweat it out for a bit and he can warm the room up nicely for me.  “Hey! Where are you going?” he asks, as I close the bedroom door with a click.  I dance away and put on some of my favourite tunes, helping myself to a glass of fizz from the fridge and twirl past the windows, those massive floor to ceiling windows,...

The Bondage Strap that Bjork Wore

Well, this pandemic is pissing me off. Third national lockdown and third time I’ve had him tell me he can’t possibly leave his wife and kids for me. Not now, not yet.  What the hell?  Why can’t he just grow a pair and do it? His kids are brats anyway, they really are.  I’m not against kids, I was one myself not that long ago, but his are two of the most spoilt, entitled little buggers I’ve ever met – and that’s me only meeting them fleetingly. Bumping into them in the park, with her. Him telling his wife I’m...

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