Shallow

He had told her to keep her eyes forward, and she was trying.

The collar around her neck, with two leashes, one tied to each bedpost, ensured that she couldn't turn around and look at what she was doing. Instead, she had to listen to the faint slapping noises behind her, and guess.

Distractions

The sound of another explosion ripped through the room, and more gunfire. Her boyfriend sat in front of the huge TV screen, desperately tapping away on the little plastic controller, almost snapping it in two in frustration as he died again.

Neighbours

Short bursts of ragged breath; a fire in her belly; weak legs; arms shaking as she tried to hold on to him; her lipstick smeared and ruined; mascara running; her entire body shaking as she came again.

Overtime (1)

Her fingers traced slowly over the purple briefs. She could feel the swollen lips that pressed back against her fingertips, and she smiled, moving her fingers up to the clit.

It felt so good, those fingers on her clit. She shuddered, trying to stay completely silent. She couldn't help it, and a few squeaked moans escaped from her.

Bubbles

She sipped her faux-champagne as she watched the smirk spread slowly across his face.

"What are you planning?"