I know that I am willing to gratify them-- But now you will gratify mine.I know that I am willing to gratify them-- But now you will gratify mine. I begin to undress, describing the process to you as I do so. First my shirt, over my head, the fabric brushing against my nipples as I remove it, exciting me. My shorts, now, then my panties, which have already become slightly damp simply from the sight of you and from the thoughts I have been entertaining. You can't see me as I stand here above you, naked and eager for your touch. The thought excites me even more, and I begin to taunt you a bit. "My whole body is ready for you," I tell you softly, "but you aren't in much of a position to help. It's really too bad." I tell you how my nipples are hard already, as I think about the feel of your tongue and your lips as you kiss them. I tell you about the deep ache that has begun between my legs as I think about the firm, gentle touch of your fingers. I tell you about the warmth and the wetness of my cunt as I imagine the feel of your cock as you enter me at first, that fine first feeling of being spread wide apart. And what a wicked girl I am! I delight in knowing that you are becoming more and more frustrated as I speak to you, telling you all about how willing and ready I am--I delight in hearing the breath come faster and in watching the slight unconscious movement of your hips. As if in apology for my glee at seeing you so helpless, I bend to kiss you, careful to keep my body from touching yours. I kiss your cheek and you turn your head to catch my mouth with your own. A breach of discipline, yes, but not a serious one, and one I reproach only by seeking the other cheek and not your mouth that waits for the attention of mine. I take your face in my hands and hold you still, gently, for that seems to be necessary. |