A pillow on the floor. My Devotion
do not know, maybe it's me or not ... the first time that a man was my boyfriend had put a pillow on the floor at her feet, I did not understand.
We were sitting on the couch at home, alone ... his were out and would be back later. We were very excited, ran his hands our our bodies ...
retrospect, seemed almost in the car, he and I in the driving seat by his side ... hand stroked her thigh, her breasts;
I already knew that he would take me with her and brought to the swelling of his pants. I love to feel his desire, his erection as his hands ...
his hands crept under my bra touching and give pleasure to the contact with his hands ... nipples were swollen.
His tongue darted into his mouth ever, I explored, it did suck, and passed on my teeth and then looked for my language ...
was a struggle between our languages, each trying to enter the mouth of the other ... but it was almost always succumb to my ...
defeat had to give way to his, as he entered triumphantly into my mouth, penetrating the oral cavity, making presage other sinks.
Once I abandoned myself to my conqueror, he tried to open other gaps in my argument ...
then felt his hand caressing her hair, then became two hands that were beginning to press on my neck ... pushing her head down, down ...
now his penis was there in front of my mouth ... I felt the smell that filled my nostrils, I felt the warmth of my breath that was reflected on his skin.
closed my eyes and my lips unfolds to accommodate her sex. I did my homework with a passion but I still had some reluctance ...
Fear that he was in his mouth ... I was not good enough ... then suddenly got up ...
stood up and took a pillow on the couch and threw it on the floor at her feet ... I sure did not like my blow job ... But his erection
said other things ... Maybe he wants to do first love, I thought, and I lay down on the couch ... had to explicitly tell me ...
kneel
on the pillow that was the first time I received an order of a sexual nature, though perhaps this was not, and I liked it a lot ... that fit on the bottom ...
but I also made it master of its own pleasure ...
from that day to see a pillow on the floor evokes pleasant memories for me ... and my knees bend to lean over in front of my Master ... O
Kneel: your boss wants to use your mouth. Want to grab your hair and sink through your lips sex already 'hard, want to dig to the bottom of your throat, and then push again, hard, rhythmically.
You welcomed him with devotion. In the silence there will be only the breath of your breath.
Now that you have used for a time that you would not know to say, he will loosen the grip on your hair, pull out 'its sex, shiny of your saliva, and you look in his eyes. Again, be proud of his slave. Wipe your fingers with a string of saliva that you have left on the chin with the tip of the phallus caress your nipples erect, supporting her breasts with her hands. You bend down on you, to kiss your lips for a long, gently. Then again offer sex to your mouth, remaining motionless.
You showed him all your devotion, before gently kissing the tip of his phallus, then welcome between the lips and moving as the rhythm of music that only you know, and then again greedily licking along the shaft. You stop and look your boss in the eye, anxious but happy to be his first start over.
When you're satisfied, he will tighten against him, and sink again sex in your mouth. You'll feel it pulsing, press more and more 'deep into your throat. You will feel his semen gush. And he will stay much longer inside you, gird up your head with your arms.
Before leaving, you caress' gently on the hair. You stay with your eyes closed, savoring the taste of her sex, his sperm inside you.
Sir Stephen ...
My
Sir Stephen Thank you for what you say about me ...
The fact that she can "read" my innermost thoughts, troubles me and causes me a state of anxiety but at the same time excites me feel so "naked" in front of you ..
I feel dominated by you .. dominated, but at the same time protected.
Sometimes his wishes, orders for me, become my needs ... when it asks me to do something, something that strikes me as a punch in the stomach, almost stand there stunned for your inquiry ... initially it seems to me impossible to accept and then ...
I would lose control, refuse, but then felt that discomfort to the request received is transformed into submission, and then the pleasure of being submissive ... but not to anyone ...
submitted to Sir Stephen!
When you made me this honor, to create this blog, unworthily dedicated to me, I felt a deep sense of joy ... as well as when accepted me as his property ... As ...
like every time I find her message that I be reminded of its needs, inviting me (ordered me) to put at your disposal ...
I feel terribly attracted by his personality, and not deny it, and indeed sometimes Did I confessed that I wanted it to be your member at that moment filled my orifices ...
that it was His hand that explored my private parts ... His fingers that'll hold my nipples ...
I have often wanted to hear the flavor of your semen flow in my mouth ... His
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