Okay cupcakes that I love so much. It’s that time. I’m exhausted. I have several unanswered messages, but I’ll get to them tomorrow. I promise! Also, I’ll post the final chapter of Convoluted. You can find all the previous chapters on my stories page. Love you all!
Since you asked so sweetly, darling, come for me. *My hands work in tandem, their rapid action push you further and further toward pleasure. You writhe, your movements stilted by the cruel cuffs of the spreader bar. With a thought it disappears, leaving your chafed wrists and ankles free. Even with the freedom to move, you remain still; your need to come is of greater import and you are so close.*
*It doesn’t take long. You move your fingers faster and immediately I succumb, my orgasm overtaking me and granting me precious release. Loudly I moan, my body trembling, my toes curling, but I dare not move. Even though the pleasure is overwhelming, I stay still. Once my orgasm has abated somewhat, I finally manage to murmur,* Thank you, Sir…
*Gently, I slip my fingers from your warmth and beckon you to curl up in my lap. Your movements are slow, but the moment you are in my arms, I cradle you close and wrap you up in the blanket we shared only minutes ago. Gently, I brush my wet fingers against your lips, smiling as you eagerly suck each one clean before burying your face against my neck.* You’re welcome, sweet. Such a good girl…such a good wife… *Your sobs grow to whimpers, then to hiccups, then finally to silence. I look down and find you dozing in my arms. With a smile, I kiss your temple and brow, keeping my voice soft as I move to lay you down on the bed again. You whimper in protest, clinging tight to me. I lay back against the pillows, holding you close as you finally settle into slumber. Even though you are sleeping, I continue to murmur reassurances in your ear,* Sleep, darling wife. You’re still so tired. We can discuss your dreams when you wake again.
*This time, I sleep soundly, without any memorable dreams. My body is exhausted, and my mind is, too. Every word you speak to me, though, seeps into my unconscious mind, relaxing me even further. Safe in your arms, assured of your love and approval, I haven’t a care in the world. Several hours go by before I wake, fully rested. It seems another day has passed and it’s dawn again, the sun peeking in through the windows of our luxurious cabana. I’m a bit uncomfortable as I rouse from sleep, and I soon realize it’s due, at least in part, to the jeweled anal plug I’m still wearing. Rubbing my eyes, I lift my head to ask if I can remove it and find you gazing down at me.* Loki… *I smile sheepishly before brushing my lips against yours.* I love you so much.
Thank you so much my perfect husband. I’m feeling much better tonight. *cuddles up to you*
Either way, I enjoy having you on my lap… ;-)
Whether in your lap or over it…