His Control is My Release

She had been eyeing him off all night and how could I blame her, the way he walked captivated a room full of people, men and women it didn’t seem to matter, even I couldn’t resist watching and I got to see it everyday. Something in the way he strode across a room as if he owned it, the confidence of a man in his prime, the way his jeans moved on his hips, the white shirt with rolled up sleeves, a few buttons undone at the top so you can see the tattoo along his shoulder.

I suddenly get a flashback to when he wore that outfit last, standing in the doorway with his hands holding on to the top of the frame, his shirt pulled from those jeans, allowing me all the access I wanted, I’d been a good girl that night on my very best business behaviour and this was my reward. Him. There were no limits to the power he gave me that night, I could be as slow as I wanted, as greedy with this man, I could ask for anything and he would have given it to me. I undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed the pieces to the side, running my nails down from his shoulders, watching the way his hips moved as I got lower, I felt like I could have stayed there for a lifetime and still not known every inch of this man. It felt like he changed all the time and with every change he managed to fascinate my mind even more, being able to touch me without physical contact is a passion that only very few get to encounter in their lifetime. He wasn’t surprised when I undid his belt and buttons on his jeans and ran my fingers around the top and pulled as I knelt down, releasing what I really wanted and wrapping my lips around him, his hips moved a little but he kept his hands in place, he knew that I got my pleasure from his pleasure and he was giving me this just the way I wanted it. After I satisfied my needs, hearing his breathing getting heavier and feeling him get harder with every deep pass, the way he moved so thick in my throat, the vibration of every moan of pleasure I had. I stood, grabbing both sides of that white button up shirt and pulling myself to him I whispered “I want you to slowly strip me down and tie my wrists to the bed with this shirt and fuck my tight pussy hard and then I want you to pull out and fuck my ass with that hard dick and do that thing with your fingers I like so much, find my g-spot and don’t stop until I’m shaking and limp from greedy need and then I want you to cum in my ass”.

Oh yes he did just that, knowing exactly the way I liked it and giving me exactly what I wanted because that night was for me.