Sexting (part 1)

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Hey – you in the hotel yet?

Yes – why?

All by yourself?

Unfortunately, yes.

What a shame – the pain of a hotel room all to yourself and not fully utilising it…

I see what you’re doing here…

I’d never be that obvious 😉 Actually, who am I kidding! Why, what do you think I’m up to?

I think you were deliberately teasing me a little because the room is going to waste.

Bingo!

What do you think it would be like to join me?

Mmmmmm… now there’s a question. I’ve got a thing about the idea of you just watching me. So maybe you’d tell me to undress without touching me, and just let me feel scrutinised. A bit vulnerable.

I’d have to open the blinds and curtains for that.

To make me feel more exposed? Or to be able to see?

More exposed.

Oh…

I’ll just sit here for a bit and watch you strip.

Oh! Shit - I like that photo. I can totally imagine you sitting there watching me. Not blinking as I take off everything. A bit self-consciously.

Do it slowly.

God, you’re demanding. OK. I’ll do it really slowly. Unbuttoning my shirt, button, by button. Not dropping your graze. Pushing the silk over my breast as I pull it aside to deliberately tease. I reach behind and unzip my skirt. My hips tilted slightly backwards as I smooth it over my ass.

Dropping it down on the floor. Oh, so, slowly…

Shit! 🥵

Good – taste of your own medicine! But I haven’t finished yet. I’m getting into this - knowing that you can’t stop watching me. As much as I can’t stop watching you. I unhook my bra at the back and it drops down my body. I expect you to keep my gaze to prove a point, but you don’t. You check out my tits. And for some reason that’s hotter.

It is.

I step out of my heels and push my pants down my hips. Bending over and pushing out my ass as I do. Showing off how flexible I am. I drop my gaze at the last minute. Almost like a bow.

When I look up, you’re just staring. Impassive.

You work harder when you get less attention.

Hmm – you’re probably right… So what next? Depending on your mood, maybe you’d be tender, or would you be firm?

Tender to start.

So.. tender to start… maybe a hand on my neck. I’d lean in to your palm a little. Maybe close my eyes. That might be a mistake. I imagine you might need to remind me I can’t fully relax. I might find my hair in your grip. Head pulled back slightly

That would definitely bring me back to my place, sharpish.

Carry on.

I imagine you might stroke down my back, now it’s curved a bit uncomfortably. A gentle slap on my bum to start, as you move behind me. And then maybe ore of a grip again as you grab one of my buttocks to see what I’ve got on me, what you’re working with.

Fuck, I’d love that.

I have a feeling you would.

I don’t think I would be able to stop myself quivering if you led your hands down the back of my legs, pausing to kiss my bum, before bringing your hands back up inside my thighs. I know I’m not meant to move, I know it’s asking for trouble, but I can’t help but wiggle my ass a bit for attention.

It gains me another slap, harder this time. Perfect ☺️

You think I wouldn’t see through that?

I know, I know. You’d totally see through my game. You’d stop stroking me abruptly. Spoil sport!

I’m a bit more nervous now, when you firmly but gently bend me over the edge of the bed, face down, ass up.

You should be.

I hear your belt buckle. I swallow. I imagine you’d tell me that impatient girls get punished and then get to wait longer. And it excites and frustrates me the same time.

And then I imagine that you tell me that I’m only getting two swats for now, just as a reminder, and that I need to ask you nicely for them or I’ll get two more.

I think you’ve got the hang of how this works.

I’m so torn. I trust you, but I’m so annoyed at having to ask for my punishment. Grumpily, I give in.

“Please Sir, let me feel your belt on my ass.”

I’d feel you smile, rather than seeing it, and before I can register any more, I feel your belt.

Fuck! That was harder than I expected! You bugger. I’m glad I didn’t risk more than two.

You’re learning.

And just as the sting starts to set in and feel good, you crack it across my other cheek.

Shit. You aren’t taking prisoners here!

Well, I do like to leave a mark.

I know you do - I’m up for that. And when you start to stroke the marks, it’s delicious. A wonderful pleasure-pain. I don’t mind so much now. I imagine you might say something like: “You’re going to behave now, aren’t you? Pretty little slut.”

I might well say that.

And just even you saying that would make me melt further. I want so badly to please you.

Good girl.

Ah shit – you just even typing that gets me. 🫠

Anyway – where were we? So yes – I’m ass up on the bed. You standing behind me, stroking my welts. And I’m dying, DYING, for you to stroke down my inner thighs, the back of my legs, anywhere near my pussy. But you’re achingly slow. Such a fucking tease.

I don’t like to rush my pleasures.

I know – your self control drives me crazy!

Right - back to our hotel room… So eventually you start to stroke down my inner thighs and it’s indescribably delicious. A total torment to try to stay still. It would almost be easier if I was restrained.

Where’s the fun in that? Carry on.

You get to the back of my knees, and for some reason that totally connects with my pussy. It just spasms. I can’t help but moan. I know you love that you’ve got me dripping.

I do.

But I stay as still as I can because the last thing I want you to do is stop. However much torment this is, it would be worse if you stopped. I’m fixated on your hands, wondering what you’re going to do next. Nervous and excited.

Precisely how a good little slut should feel.

Your hands are at my ankles and you pull my legs further apart. My pussy gets even wetter, if that’s possible, I can feel it practically dripping. I know you’re just looking at me, exposed to you, and my nipples tighten even more as my insides spasm again.

I’d watch your pussy clench, desperate and needy.

Fuck. Yes, you totally would. You’d be watching all my responses. I’m wondering what you might do next.

What do you think I’d do?

I’m not sure. Would you put your fingers inside me?

Hmmm. Try again.

I can’t think. Ah, I know, maybe you’d stand between my legs, allowing me to feel your hard cock through your trousers against me. And then maybe you’d pull me back up by my hair so I’m standing pressed hard between you and the bed. The only thing stopping me from falling forward your grip on my hair, so my back is arched and my tits are pushed out.

Ah, yes, I think your pretty little tits deserve some attention now. I’d pinch them – hard.

Oh, yes please. I like that.

You like it do you? Right – I’ll pinch them harder then. Maybe pull a bit. Push your edges.

Oh shit. Yes, I’d so want to take as much as I could manage, I’d want to impress you.

Good. You might regret that the next day though!

Probably, but at the time…

Such a good little slut. Now moan for me.