It was a few years ago and I wanted to show my Hubby the waterfall in the woods behind my father's house. So we hiked back, and I showed Him this small piece of majestic landscape. Moving back toward the top of the falls, we find ourselves talking of sex.
Now touch yourself. I gulp. I can't do that on the phone. Not with him listening. Caitlyn. His tone holds authority, making me want to obey, but I don't know how. "But, Sir, I-" No buts, toy. "I'm sorry, Sir." Don't be. Now touch yourself. Like a good girl. His words make my stomach tighten, my pussy clench. My hand
He'd been edging me for days, but it felt like weeks, my body tight with unreleased sexual tension. To make matters worse, he continued to call me every evening and whisper soft, passionate words, breathing heavy into the phone, sending chills across my skin. Each morning the texts would start, detailing the
He snuck up the stairs, wanting to surprise her with her favorite coffee and cheesecake. She'd been busting her ass studying for her dissertation, reading everything she could find on advanced literary theory. With half the steps behind him, he slowed his pace, the distinct sound of her wand reaching his