He watched her dance, her plump ass jiggling and her breasts bouncing. She was down to pasties and the tiniest g-string that hid nothing as she gripped the pole and hoisted herself up effortlessly. It was utterly mesmerizing to watch her work. The focused concentration was obvious, but so was the obvious enjoyment at dancing. …
“Alexa, turn on the lights in the hallway and kitchen.” What should’ve happened as she kicked off shoes in the foray, her coat swinging on the hook near the door, was her smart sockets should’ve turned on the lights. Her brow furrowed as she ventured down the dark hallway and nothing happened. “Alexa, turn on–” …
“What the fuck is that?” The dildo wobbled up and down on it when she tapped it with her finger. She barely contained her giggle as she tapped the dildo again. “Bit of a DIY fuck machine, I reckon. Bet you’d enjoy seeing me wobble my fanny over that.” “Good god, what will they think …
I am a “little”. I’ve written some about it here for GoTN. I’ve talked a small amount about it through out my blog, mostly as fiction. But I am a little. What that means is there are times I feel small and want cared for by my Dominant, DomSigns. Incidentally, for those who are new …
“I’ll just have a regular coffee.” She stared at him expectantly. When he didn’t say anything else, she piped up. “Is that all?” “Sure, I’ll take one of your…” he glanced at the case, “apple strudel muffins.” Her expression was confused, but she took his money. He moved further down the counter, dodging a woman …
“Can I get thirty dollars on pump,” she turned to glance through the window, “one?” She tried handing the guy her credit card, but he just turned and spit a brown stream into a bottle near where her hand rested. This guy was about as backwoods as it got. The amount of John Deere apparel …
“Fucking traffic.” The red lights ahead did not bode well for her getting to her scheduled stop on time. Picking up her phone, she shot him a text. Stuck in traffic. Again. 😑 The bubbles danced in the text box before his response popped up. How much time does it add? She toggled away and …
A continuation? – “My resolution is to make it through thirty minutes at the gym without dying.” He looked up from the screen. A rivulet of sweat tracked down her cheek, large spots of it darkened her shirt, and she was pushing wet hair off her forehead. “Well it seems like you survived it.” She …
“You’ve got a run.” Mascara wand paused mid swipe, she glanced at him in the mirror. His eyes were on her ass encased in her control top hose. “Fuck, I don’t have another pair to hold my tummy in.” His eyebrows rose to his hairline. “No one is going to notice your stomach in that …