I think I let you off to easy last Christmas. Instead of just giving you a Christmas present, I think this Christmas it might be more fun to have you work a little bit first in order to get it. So I invented a little game that you must endure in order to get your present.
We begin the game with me slowly striping you naked in the bedroom. As I do this I begin to tell you how this little game will work and you begin to get a little excited.
Your sinuous form slides over me as water across rock, and yet, still outwardly unmoved, I continue to read. It's been like this for an hour now, you becoming more and more brazen as I studiously ignore every attempt you make to attract my attention.
...
As ever, it began quietly. A look, an 'accidentally' raised hemline, stooping just too low allowing the valley of your breasts to cascade across my view as you brought my Rioja, but it built rapidly.
Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18.
Part 2 - The Backstory
You can't believe what's happening... "You poor baby!" -Hahaha- The fight to defend your championship belt... is also a reality tv show, where you're trapped in the ring with a painfully sexy girl. ;) "that's me" -heheh-
The first time the women producing the new show.
Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18.
Part 3 - The Fight: Round One
The sound of women's cheers, ring in your ears. You hear the girl who hijacked the announcer's microphone address the crowd again. With sadistic glee, she starts taunting all the men and boys in the audience, as well as the unsuspecting males watching at home.
Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18.
Part 4 - The Fight: Round Two
Your team of coaches and seconds swarm around you as you sit slumped in your corner. After the ordeal of round one, there is serious doubt about whether you will be able to hold your arms up, and continue with the fight. Your seconds desperately try to massage the feeling back into your battered limbs, moving your joints in small circles, trying to loosen you up.
Another boring day in the office. It has been seven and a half hours and finally, my coworkers are leaving. I still have an hour to go, but the office is mine. Wasting no time, I switch the tabs in my browser and open up the innocently sounding pages filled with hardcore BDSM.
Oh reddit, my dear friend - where would I be without you. Ever since the tumblr shutdown, I have had a hard time finding good content, but you never let me down.
It has been two days since my first real play-session with my girlfriend. And oh my, was it two very long days since then. My hope that living my fantasy would reduce my horniness and leave me free to think about other stuff was absolutely crushed. I couldn't stop thinking about it, about her. About her thighs, the change of her tone when she commanded me, the look in her eyes.