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Overtime (2)

Pet couldn't stop shaking. Her new Mistress' fingers had been holding steady in her pussy for several minutes - their warm, hard presence teasing against her inner walls and g-spot, shifting unpredictably inside her so she could never fully adjust.

Home Alone (2)

They scrambled quickly up the stairs. She was in the lead, and the short skirt did nothing to hide her modesty - she felt his hand on her thigh, stroking gently up and down, his fingers brushing on her pussy as they moved.

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.

Tickle

Her eyes were shut. There wasn't much point keeping them open with the blindfold on, as all she could see was the pitch blackness that Becky had decided she was to look at. So she lay there, letting her mind swirl endlessly, and stretching her arms out gently.

"Stop struggling Lucy."

Horizons (1)

Normally, she avoided that bar - it had a bad reputation. The people who went in there, the neighbourhood, even the building itself, with peeling paint and a boarded-up window, seemed to give off a sense of danger. But after hearing a story from a friend, she had become obsessed and tonight, she was going to explore.

Torture

She had flicked off the lights in her room, but the moonlight pouring in through the curtains and the light from outside the door bathed the room in a soft romantic glow. She took his hand, leading him to the bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge before climbing onto his lap.

Glass

So, I realized that I haven't posted a solo scene in a long time. So, here we are.

She noticed the mini-rainbow on the pale wood of the desk and smiled. She loved rainbows. But for the moment, she was busy with other things.

Offices

His lips were soft on the nape of her neck, sensual and delightful. She shivered a little from his touch, enjoying every sensation. Even so, she frowned, and tried to shrug him off.

Halloween (3)

The camera flash in the mirror was almost blinding, and she spent a few seconds blinking before turning the camera to check the picture. Pouting again, she deleted it. It still wasn’t right.

Party Games

The glass glittered in the lamp light as it spun, slower and slower with each revolution. It passed each of them in turn, until finally, it came to rest, pointing at Hannah. They both blushed a little, and Hannah looked around the circle.

Stripping

A thin metal bar, cold against her hands. Her skirt, so much shorter than it needed to be, than it should be. One of her stockings was ripped, exposing the delicate flesh of thigh. The suspenders above the stockings were stretched tight, pressing against her skin so she was constantly aware of how bare her legs were.

Knots

The Boy Scouts say to be prepared, but when they were teaching him to tie secure knots, this probably wasn’t quite what they had in mind. Even so, he tightened the rope, and the stood back to admire his own handiwork.

So...

He grabbed the shower-nozzle and pointed it at the top of his head. The water cascaded down, drenching his hair into thin spikes flattened against his head. He loved the warmth of the water, and he stood there, with his forearms resting on the tiled wall, enjoying the sensations of a shower after a long day.

Whispers

“Hands against the wall. Stick your ass out.” The words cut through all the flirting and all the teasing foreplay like a knife, and she hesitated. Only for a moment though, as his stare made his intentions, and his insistence, very clear. She stood up, moving over to the nearest wall. But even as her palms reached towards the cream walls, his voice cut through the stillness.

Beaches

The mid-afternoon sun beat down fiercely on the two tanned bodies sat next to each other, huddled closer like lovers on the yellow-gold sands. The beach was quiet that day, although not completely deserted. But they carried on, oblivious to those around them, ignoring the strangers who might stop to stare and instead focusing on one another.

You scratch my back...

He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. An aromatic candle flickered in the background, filling the room with a faint, relaxing tinge of jasmine, perfect for what he wanted. He reached out and kissed her lips softly, lingering gently against her and inhaling her scent over the jasmine.

Obligation (Part 1)

She was sat on the sofa watching crappy TV shows when He came through the front door, returning home from work. She had lost track of time, and the volume was far too high. That’s why she didn’t hear Him come in through the front door. That’s why she wasn’t in her assigned position, kneeling in the hallway to welcome Him home.

Trains

Her short denim miniskirt clung to her legs uncomfortably in the heat of the train carriage. Normally on a day like this, she would have worn something looser, but she needed the shortness if her plan was going to work. With a smirk, she looked over to her boyfriend, her lovely submissive toy, and then winked at him. Even as she turned to him, he could feel the butterflies in his stomach rising - he knew she had something planned.