1. A simple text


    Date: 2/26/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: ScarletWhisper, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I hear the chime on my phone, and as I shut the coffee pot off and run water into my cup, I pick up the phone and my world comes to a screeching halt. “I want you ready for me when I get home… and keep yourself on edge all day baby... I’ll know if you don’t. You’ll do this for me baby… be a good girl for Daddy and don’t cum.” The hard throbbing between my legs, my creamy thighs, swollen clit, all respond to those words. A low moan leaves my lips and my hands drift up to my lips, tracing their outline. Then my hands drift down to my nipples, and I squeeze my thighs together. I shudder as my mind drifts back to your leaving this morning. Closing my eyes, I can feel your hand on my throat, tilting my head back, grazing your lips across the skin of my throat. I feel your teeth and again a shiver runs through me and once again your words echo through my mind from your text… “Yes Daddy… I won’t cum,” I whisper and feel my nipples harden even more as a fresh gush of cream comes from me. I glance at the clock and a moan of dread leaves me, keeping myself sexually on edge, God what a long frustrating day ahead of me. Turning around, I glance at my phone once again and a dark spiral of lust twists inside me. Oh yes, he knew exactly what he was doing, damn him. I could feel the hot humidity between my thighs, that ache that would tighten and tighten some more over the long day ahead. Moving to the bedroom my eyes drift to the armoire. I knew that behind those doors are some of my ...
    darkest fantasies and most secret desires. My nipples tingle and harden to points of glass that are almost painful. Breathing deeply only causes them to scrape on the material of my T-shirt. I shudder and grab the door frame. My hands come up slowly and my palms press against my breasts and my fingers pinch my turgid nipples. I feel the spike of desire race straight to the apex between my thighs. Pressing my thighs together, letting the feelings roll through me, I let the wave hit me and toss me then to throw me up on the sands of my burgeoning desire. Leaning against the door frame, gasping, I slowly feel myself drift down, so close, so very close. Opening my eyes, I move into the bathroom and run some cold water. I press my wet hands to my cheeks thinking, “Girl, you’d better get a grip on yourself, he’s just a man.” As soon as thought registers, I smile. Yes, but he is my man. Putting on some music, I hit the treadmill and take myself through my routine. It always helps me to center myself and burn off some excess energy. As I go through my paces, his face keeps popping into my mind and finally I finish, sweating and panting, legs tingling and glad that I had gotten through it. I see the light flashing on my phone, a text message, and my pulse races. Grabbing my towel, I wipe my sweaty face. Moving over to the bed, sitting down, I pick up my phone and read the text waiting for me. “My… pussy... better be hot and moist, your clit hard and begging to be stroked…” Suddenly my spine ...
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