Jane And Her Box - Sex Stories

Jane And Her Box

... not one of you were taught that sex is supposed to involve plesure from everyone involved?”

“Well, we were taught it. We just don’t follow it.”

“Why? That sounds terrible.”

“It’s to our understanding that the majority of mortals couldn’t care less about the female orgasm. So with it being as unpopular as it is, why include it?”

I can’t believe my ears. They really refuse to have fun for themselves because of a wrong opinion? What kind of system is that? That’s just not right.

“Ok,” I start, “You know what? I know what I wanna do.”

“Oh, yay!” she says, hopping and clapping her hands, “What is it? Your wish is my command.”

“Alright. Well, my wish is for the *********** to be flipped.”

Her demeanor changes from excitement to confusion as she tilts her head.

“What do you mean?” she asks,

“For years you’ve been taking the orders and got nothing from it,” I explain, “Well, that changes today. From here on out, as long as you’re my Jane, we’re gonna do what you wanna do.”

She gets a gleam in her eyes as I make my proposal, saying,

“Are-...are you serious? You’re not messing with me? You actually mean it?”

“Yup,” I answer, “You’re not gonna be doing the serving in this relationship. You’re gonna get served. So, Jane, what is it that you wanna do?”

Her breathing gets sharper and quicker. She looks so happy.

“Oh my gosh,” she says, clutching her chest as she sits on my bed, “No one’s ever asked me that before. I-I don’t even know how to ...

... answer it. So many possibilities. So many things.”

I sit down next to her, saying,

“Well, we’ve got the time. Just know that whatever you do choose, I’ll show the same courtesy that you’ve shown throughout the years.”

I bring my hand to her hair, pushing it behind her ear, earning a blushy smile from her. I smile back at her, staring into her gorgeous scarlet red eyes. She then leans forward, closing her eyes and puckering her lips. I follow suit, leaning down to her and planting a kiss on her soft cherry flavored lips. I then maneuver my hand from her head to her back, pulling her closer to me. She then shifts her body towards me, guiding me down to the bed as she straddles me.

A few minutes pass into the kiss before we break away from each other. She stares at me again, looking as though she wants to say something. So in order to help her out on her new position, I say,

“Have you decided what you want me to do to you?”

She shyly nods her head, gripping onto my shirt. That is just precious. To think that this is the same girl who asked if I wanted to play with her ass and be her daddy, while she barks not even 15 minutes ago.

“Well, what is it?” I ask, “Remember, nothing’s too much or too little to ask. Think of this as your vacation. It’s all about you. So come on. Let me have it.”

“Well,” she starts in a soft tone, “I’ve kinda always wanted to know what it would feel like for someone to-...play with my...boobs.”

And that right there is the beauty of ...