She gave me another one of her shirts to wear today. Something simple enough, but the plunging neck line on it was a very welcome tease.
Making her lose her head from want for me is one of my favourite games. It makes me feel like Venus, all sex and desire, raw want. It’s intoxicating, it’s a mind game I love to play with her.
But then she comes down in a little skirt. A shirt that leaves the skin of her waistline exposed. And I see her with my hands. After all she is mine to paint as I like with them.
I can do this all day. Giddy from the tremble in her breath, emboldened by the little moans she makes, her lips against my ear.
She is my gorgeous toy. My good girl. My little doll in her pretty clothes.
I want to sink my teeth in her shoulder. Slide my tongue over her waist. Rip the flimsy shirt off her and squeeze her nipples just to make her moan.
But I settle for admiring her kneeling in the kitchen. So small and beautiful as I drink her in from a few steps back.
But I’m thirsty for her. And I never pass up on a good tease my baby session. So I head up to the bedroom and drop my clothes. Step in to my work out shorts and her skimpy little sports bra and come back down.
Her turn to watch me. Exactly as I like it. Ache for me. As the sweat forms on my body I get lost in thoughts of her licking it off.
When I’m done she has my water. I bend down to fold up the treadmill, ignoring it. Look at me. Ache for me.
Sweetly I take the water and sit out in the yard letting the air dry my skin.
She is told to come up with me when I get undressed before my shower. I push her to her knees and use her sweet mouth.
Then I look at her, filled with desire and passion for me and softly laugh.
She is mine. I am cruel. But I love her so. My shower is wonderful, made more from the knowledge of her struggle. Ache for me. Burn for me. I’ll consume all that you are. And you will give me everything.