submissiveinclination: youmakemeneedyou:youmakemeneedyou:Wicked Words You wake to wicked words w
submissiveinclination: youmakemeneedyou: youmakemeneedyou: Wicked Words You wake to wicked words whispered, lips caressing your neck, hands stroking your breasts, nipples hard beneath harsh fingers. You lie there enjoying the sensations, the light touches, nips, tweaks, small sudden surges of pleasure flaring across your body. ‘Open for me’ the voice commands and you spread your legs obediently. Strong hands slowly make their way down your body, fingers making trails along your breasts and stomach, finally they converge between your thighs. Light touches test your obedience, pushing and probing you, discovering a wet treasure. 'Good Girl’ the voice in your ear whispers, as fingers plunge inside you, gentle caresses forgotten now as an urgent need takes over. The force of his desire buried within you rapidly brings you from your slumber. They open you up, searching for that golden spot which will make you writhe and squirm. Rapid movements inside you now, demanding fingers manipulating. They come away glistening as you respond to the touch. You arch your back, pushing your hips up to feel more, open more, demand more. 'Come for me now baby’ the voice demands and underlines those demands with bites along your neck, lips plunging on to your breasts, teeth attacking your nipples. You feel the surge building inside you as fingers, relentless in their movements, find and curl in against that one spot sending a shock up your spine. Other fingers pressing down against your clit heightening your need to release. You hold for a moment to live at the crest of the wave, like a surfer you ride that wave, finely balanced at the edge of oblivion. 'Come for me now baby’ the voice demands again, 'Come for me now and then I’m going to fuck you, slide my cock inside you, bury myself inside you, fill you. So come for me now baby, let me feel you.' As the words wash over you and the thoughts of what is to come work their magic, you let yourself go, submitting to those hands. You feel the release build and then you lose yourself in the moment, all your senses focused on that one spot as you convulse and contract around those invading fingers. As they grind in to you, you push and grind back, fighting along the crest of that wave, looking to take every drop of pleasure you can. And the fingers respond in kind, they become an increasingly harsh metronome, driving you on, until you shout out your need and release. 'Good Girl’ the voice again 'Now turn over’…. The Dirty Romantic http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com This post pops up on my activity history a lot as the picture has been reblogged thousand of times. The words were stripped away a long time ago. So I thought I’d repost it with the wordsagain. ~Mmm~ -- source link