Twas the night before Christmas and Liberator was in the house.
Not a creature was stirring, except for my dom-slash-spouse.
The plush cuffs were tied to the bedpost with care,
in the hopes that my mistress soon would be there.
I let my body slip into its familiar curves and I’m instantly taken back to a particular night about a month ago, when Master used the Flip-Stage as a riser for the Esse. He said it was an early birthday present for me, a extra reward for my steady progress as his pet.
The priest began scooting back to the safety of the altar. The woman pursued him with predatory grace. The sway of her hips as she stalked him tempted all sorts of wicked thoughts. Suddenly, his lower back pressed against the mantel of the altar and his breath started racing in ragged spurts. He was trapped.
I wonder if they can hear you as my tongue slowly circles you, then goes deep into you, licking and sucking, your thighs twitching. I drink your sweet essence as it flows into my mouth when you come. I drink you in deeply as you stifle a moan of pleasure, riding my face hard in orgasm.
She paused, considering her next move—she’d planned it, but hadn’t planned on enjoying his mouth quite this much! He gripped her ass and she rode his tongue like a skilled surfer rides a wave, floating upward with the swell of his lips and tongue, before plunging and grinding downward into the barrel of the wave. “Not sure I want to drop this last chocolate,” she thought to herself…
“Should I stop, slut?” I ask. Unable to speak, you shake your head. I am more than happy to oblige, moving from between your legs, to each ass cheek. I start down one exposed inner thigh, back up the other, then I carefully, repeatedly target your most tender place, covering every inch.