Knee

Knee

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Genre: Erotica

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Genre: Erotica

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Me in a silly mood...

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Me in a silly mood...

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Submitted: October 28, 2016

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Submitted: October 28, 2016

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I’m in a silly mood.

Giddy. And as I pass you a whisky you grab me and slide my knickers down. I grin widely.

Then bend.

And pull them back up.

You smile back. Tug them down again. Past my knees now but I just bend a little lower. Smirking.

And pull them back up.

We continue. Until I’m breathless from stifled giggles and you’re just ripping my knickers off me with fierce determination.

But still. I pull them back up.

You wait then. As do I. Twinkling eye from you meets my sparking one. And I pant a little through a smiling mouth.

You move towards me as if you’re going to pull them down again but wrestle me over your knee. It takes me by surprise and I gasp as my curls tumble towards the floor.

You leave me there. Skirt pushed up. Bottom raised. Waiting for me to react. I don’t. Not so you can see anyway. But there is a noticeable effect on my knickers. Darkening in a Rorschach between my legs.

You slide your fingers under my knicker elastic

Ease them a little lower. Cold air stings against my bottom. You leave me. Partly revealed. Press between my legs. Straight on the damp patch and that’s when I feel you stiffen.

You take them off. Leave me dangling on your knee. Prone. Exposed. And I hardly hear anything over the sound of my hammering heart.

It feels like hours although it’s maybe only minutes before you shift slightly and I hear the sound of ice clinking in the glass and you swallowing.

“I want you to be as quiet as you can.” And I smirk, thinking this is easy. And wait for the swift swipe of your palm on my buttocks.

But it doesn’t come. There’s the sound of the glass on your desk. Ice again. And then almost a growl as your hand touches my bottom. Travels down. Then a shock as you push an ice cube up inside me.

My head lurches up with a back of the throat gasp. It numbs, almost painfully & I start to shake on your lap. Somehow it makes me more aware of my shape. As if it’s hardening the folds of my sex. And as my heat melts it I drip between my legs.

And then.

I start to mewl.

 

 

 

 


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