Sod The Roses - Sex Stories

Sod The Roses

... and I purred a deep chesty growl again. I'm still getting shivers thinking about it. And about what came next.

“Look how fucking wet we got you,” G.T. mused, playing with my soaked, puffy labia, separating them and making a slow trail up to my clit. He pinched my little sensitive button with a growl that seemed to be resonating the walls around us.

“How does it feel?” he asked. I would have replied but couldn’t quite form the words. At least not in a language he would have understood. But maybe I did answer. That bit is a bit foggy because I was too gone, riding the waves of pleasure as he played with me, mapping my most sensitive areas – probably for future reference. And I threw my palms high above me against the cold wall with its stupid copper butterflies and just enjoyed what he was doing to me. I have never been this vulnerable with anyone. I usually can’t stand when they play with me this way or try to go down on me. I have my own fucked up reasons, ok? I only want my husband between my legs like that.

But G.T. opened me up like a two-thousand-page anthology, flicking through my best pages, getting off on it and seemed to be quoting my favourite lines from it too.

I desperately needed to cum. Fraught behest on the tip of my tongue, yet never leaving my lips, my body was in complete submission. And I’m not one to go there willingly. My mind, still not letting go of the same control that was ruining my life, I remained silent.

His physical power over me ...

... made me weak, showing a side of me I seldom let slip. I looked at my husband, hoping he would understand what I needed. His eyes were glassy; he was somewhere else, and I didn’t want to bring him back from his sweet little trip. Also, deep inside, I didn’t want to cum...

What I really wanted was G.T. to tease me to the very brink and then deny my orgasm. Over and over again. That’s what I really wanted or needed. But that is not the kind of topping from below I’m willing to do. So, I have to go about it in this very roundabout and elaborate way. I hope you don’t mind, S.

“Go on all fours. I need to prepare you for my thick cock,” he said, then he explained what he was about to do to me, and again I lost my fucking mind.

I begged and whimpered, cried and pleaded with him not to while riding the Seventh Heaven jet to Bliss Island at the same time. My cries of ‘please don’t’ and ‘I can’t take that’ needed no Google translate to be interpreted as ‘I fucking love what you’re doing’. Every new digit he introduced stretched me to a whole new level of heaven and hell.

His constant ‘yes, you can’ and ‘good girl’ were the most mind-blowing accords to the guitar strings of my gyroscope brain. I wanted this song on a loop till the end of time. “We’re almost there,” he raised his voice, making sure I could hear him loud and clear, “four fingers.”

Quinn was taking a back seat at this part and just enjoyed his favourite hardcore porn with his favourite little porn star, and I ...