Tag: lesbian

bisexualdelight:

there is actually nothing better than being between a girl’s thighs. teasing her as she whimpers, knowing that she desires your tongue in her most intimate place. being able to taste and smell her pure desperation to orgasm. her hands in your hair as she forces you into the wetness of her pussy. her moans and gasps as you fuck her with your tongue and fingers. her cumming on your lips, tongue. drinking her in. the power of reducing her into fragmented pieces, collapsing in ecstasy. 

stonezaddy:

We’re in public, around our friends, when you start acting up. 

You’re flirting with the waiter, batting your eyelashes and giggling at the things they say like a bitch in heat. You glance over at me to make sure I’m watching, every time. I am, and you grin when you see the tick in my jaw. 

I lay my hand over your bare thigh under the table and squeeze hard, and you turn those big innocent eyes over at me and tilt your head in question.

“Yes, baby?” You look like you think you’ve won already.

I barely stop myself from baring my teeth at your behavior and take a deep breath through my nose. I pinch your thigh and lean in just catching the sound of your breath hitching.

“Just wait, Princess.” That’s all I give you, and your thighs clench together under the table, trapping my hand between them.

I pull them apart firmly, slowly creeping my fingers up towards your panties. I can feel the heat coming off of your cunt. My pinky brushes against the growing wet spot on the fabric, and I stop. My hand stays there for the rest of the meal.

We leave after hugging our friends goodbye and I lead you out to the car with a firm hand on your lower back. I open the passenger door for you and help you in before making my way to the drivers side.

On the drive home I keep one hand on the wheel and the other I use to prop my head up next to the window. I don’t look at you once.

You’re squirming; turning your head to look at me ever minute or so. You reach out to try and lay your hand on my thigh.

“No.”

You obey. You know that tone. You know I’m not playing. As riled up as you like to get me, you’re also my good girl and you know when to behave.

When we get home I open your door to let you out of the car. I take your coat and hang it up in the hall closet. I kneel down and ease your feet out of your heels and gently work the soreness out of them. My lips brush the top of your thigh, and I watch your muscles tremble.

I stand and stroke your hair away from your face, kissing your temple. 

You watch as I walk away, pulling that plump bottom lip between your teeth when I sit in the big comfortable chair you often curl up in to read.

I roll my sleeves up and plant my feet firmly on the floor, patting my leg. My eyes track the blush that spreads over your face and neck.

You make your way over to me on shaking legs. You’re biting back a pleased smile. This is exactly what you want, but you have a role to play, and you play it well. Your body stretches over my lap naturally, like it belongs there.

I stroke your hair and push your dress up over your ass, pulling your soaked panties down enough to reveal your swollen cunt.

You brace yourself and look up at me with glistening, relieved eyes. We share a smile before my expression goes hard. Your body jolts when I give you a warning swing, head swiveling around to face away from me again.

The subsequent swings are less kind, and afterwards you’re gripping the fabric of my pants and panting into the arm of the chair. Your thighs are shaking nonstop. 

I dip my fingers down to feel the mess you’ve made of yourself, roughly pushing two inside you just to hear the strangled whimper I know you’ll release. I pull them away, just as suddenly, and swat at your sodden, swollen lips.

You nearly buck out of my lap, and I swat you again just because.

I repeat the process for the next half hour– fingering you enough to have you mewling, then spanking your ass, and thighs, and cunt.

You’re on the precipice, begging me to let you come.

I feel sweat drip down the side of my face and the sting on my open palm, and I decide to give you what you’ve been such a good girl to earn. Once my fingers start stroking your clit you only last a few seconds. I slowly work you through your orgasm, leaning down to press kisses to your sweat soaked hair and murmuring praises until you stop quivering. I pull you into my arms and let you rest your head on my chest, gently rubbing your back. I’m humming what a good girl you are while you come down from the rush of emotions our time together has caused. 

We sit like that until you’re nearly drifting off, then I hold you close and stand to walk you to the bathroom. I pamper you with a long bath and a massage. After, we curl up in bed and fall asleep wrapped up in one another.

fluffybaccachick:

concept: you’re sitting on the couch, me on your lap facing away from you and towards the movie on screen. your strap-on is deep inside me, and one hand gently trails its way up and down my body, scratching my thighs and pulling my chest. you bite at the back of my neck and under my ear and along my shoulders as you watch the movie. your other hand holds a vibrator against my clit. you’ve bound my hands to my thighs and my ankles to yours, gagged me and blindfolded me and made me wear noise-cancelling headphones. i can’t sense anything except your hand and your teeth and the vibrator. it’s on high, pressed right against my clit, and between that and the dildo deep in me I can feel my orgasm build and I’m right there and I’m so so close but just as I’m about to tip over you pull the vibe away. it hurts, to be denied again, and I sob with the disappointment of my lost orgasm. you press soothing kisses to my neck, whisper praises even though I can’t hear them, until I’ve calmed down and very slowly, you press the vibe against my clit again and begin to roll your hips into me.

you told me, before we began, that i’d get to come at the end of the movie.

ten minutes before the end, you paused it. that was forty-five minutes ago. you deny me for the nth time and smile against my shoulder as I cry.

“almost done.” you say soothingly, even though I can’t hear it. you wait til I’ve stopped shaking, and then, with the movie still paused, turn the vibe to its highest setting and start fucking into me. you don’t move it away this time, and as I cum, you press play.

“baby girl,” you chide, taking off my headphones and removing the blindfold. “you only had ten minutes left, you couldn’t hold it? that wasn’t very good of you.” around the gag, i sob. the orgasm ebbs away, but you don’t move the vibe, you don’t stop slow, heavy, hard thrusts into me.

i whine from the overstimulation, my bound ankles trying to pull away from yours. you stay firm, and i jerk in place. “ten minutes left,” you say with disappointment. “since you wanted to come so bad, how about ten more orgasms? you can do that for me baby girl, take your punishment so well? you wanna be good sweetheart, don’t you?”

i’m sobbing now, my chest heaving, my legs shaking, it’s starting to hurt, the vibrator, the thrusts, perfect painful pleasure washing over my body in waves. but i was bad already, i want to be good, i want to be a good girl, i want to be good for you. tears streaming down my face, i nod.

“that’s it baby girl, you’re so good for me” you praise and that and one more thrust tear my other orgasm from me. i scream through the gag. you bite my neck. 

“nine more darling.” you whisper

fluffybaccachick:

This is one of those strictly fantasy things, but being like,,, a sugar baby to a rich ceo gf sounds amazing

Kept at home, dressed all pretty and kept wet and dripping for my rich hot domme?? Amazing

I just have this fantasy of her coming home from a hard day and collapsing on the couch and calling me over with a crook of her finger. I’ll crawl over and she’ll pet my head and hold it against her pussy and grind against my face and use me to come as many times as she want. I’ll moan against her and I’ll squirm in place but I️ won’t touch myself and she’ll me pull back and call me her good slut and kiss me gently, pull me up onto the couch and cuddle me against her.

She’s bored on her day off so she wakes me up with a bullet vibe on my clit and my hands tied above my head. She’ll edge me for hours, with her mouth and fingers and toys for no reason other than she wants to and only if she wants to will I come. And if she’s nice and let’s me, then she decides when I️ get to stop.

Taking me out to nice restaurants in clothes she picked, to functions and clubs hanging off of her arm, she’ll kiss up and down my neck in front of everyone and slip her hands in my panties and I’ll tremble and shudder and I’ll be so so embarrassed but so so proud because she chose me and I’m her best toy.

Calling me up to her office and bending me over her table and fucking me breathless. Pressing me up against the window and making me look out at all the people who could see me be taken by her. One hand in my hair, teeth on my neck, calling me hers, only hers.

Pampering me, buying me the nicest lingerie and vibrators, making me wear them wherever we go, taking me to nice hotels and making me scream into the sheets.

Making me her perfect little fuck toy and kissing me like I’m her most treasured possession

fluffybaccachick:

something i think about daily is standing in a crowded subway with a vibe against my clit which is bringing me to the edge and back and my domme’s holding the remote and playing with it and because it’s so packed i’m able to lean all my weight on her and hold her arm and beg in her ear, my knees trembling and voice shaking. i’d beg pointlessly, endlessly, tearfully, i’d just beg “please please please” over and over through my whimpers. her hands would be tucked in my back pocket pulling me closer to her, allowing me to rut against her leg in search of some friction, and she’d be biting gently at my ear. i’d ask her again. she’d laugh, and push me against her leg and turn the vibe up to maximum, and i’d cum biting the front of her shirt and shaking to bits and pieces in front of everyone. 

she wouldn’t turn it off though. not until we got home. 

i want to be on the verge of collapsing, aching and crying and a complete wreck, my face pressed into her front, completely at her mercy and for everyone to know it