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  • Princezz Azriel 2 weeks, 6 days ago

    Hi! I’m writing a new weekly erotic series, with a new theme every day! It would be lovely if anyone could help me improve on my writing/comment on some themes 😊

    Here’s the first story:

    💋 “Morning Tease”💋

    Tap. Tap. Tap.

    3:45 AM.

    It’s a slow morning for you, I’m sure.
    You lazily typed away, then stopped, then started again, all relaxed and languid as a pussycat licking its milk – content and self-indulgent, trimming and changing the words every now and then to make it just perfect – only you give me that perfection so very rarely and not entirely enough.
    You seem to have forgotten me – or, as I understand you so very well, decided to torture me for your amusement.

    I roll away on the bed, long legs all silky smooth because you wanted them to be – the result of a rigorous three-hour long massage session with your groans and hushed whispers teasing me so much until I could barely keep a steady hand in applying the cream – and kick away the blankets and throw pillows, propping my legs on and spreading them wider. I know you like to see me posed like that – all open for you, showing you just what you own and desire.

    The AC was still on, but somehow I’m hot, so damn hot, bordering on the edge of feverish desire, skin tingling with every touch and became hotter, needier still.

    I’m hungry for your touch, for your voice, for those sinful words to wrap themselves around my heart as your whispers bind me to the bed, and I’d be satisfied, and I’ll get addicted even more.

    And you know that – I glared accusingly at the phone, pouting as if you could see me and take mercy – because you woke me up on a Monday morning, so damn early, tugging me out the haze of dream-laden sleep into the abyss of need and want and just pure lust.

    The phone vibrated from the nightstand, and I almost knocked over the pillows in an effort to snatch at it.

    β€œDo something for me.”

    You were quiet for an answer – a customary politeness that you can’t ever shake off, even though you knew just what you were doing to my brand new panties, even after that line has long ceased to be a question. I bit my lip, phone dropping into the pillow as my hands sneaked down, down, down.

    β€œYes, anything.”

    I drawled out the vowels, and give myself a self-indulgent smirk because I heard your breath hitched, just the way you always try to constrain yourself before utterly failing and ravished me. It should have stayed longer, I should have teased you about it more, had your tone turned sharp and commanding and so damn hot.

    β€œRoll over and raise your hips. Be a good little Princess and touch yourself for me.”

    Your voice was husky and firm, desire dripping like honeyed wine on every syllable. My head felt fuzzy as I drank in your words as if I was already really, dizzyingly drunk.

    My clit twitched torturously, pussy quivering and glistening so damn soon just after those simple words. You kept on talking, a stream of endearing encouragements (β€œYes, just like that, good little girl”) and stern commands (β€œLouder, louder, scream for me”). You know I’m yours, all of me, so you’re allowed to take whatever you want, whenever you want it. My fingers run faster, faster, rubbing and teasing and utterly ruining my bedsheets, and I close my eyes and imagine it’s you, your heat enveloping mine, your desire entwined with mine and that voice pulling me to the brink of mounting, mind-blowing orgasm.

    I saw stars, and fireworks, and all those cheesy things in the romcoms I claim to hate but binge-watch just to think of new ideas to surprise you, and it was as if I have accepted your invitation to the other side of the world, where nothing is everything and everything is simply you.

    I jerked awake with a moan, clutching at the covers. The screen shined bright with a loving message from you, and an invitation for an afternoon delight at your place. My kitty twitched again, and shivers from cool, lust-filled dampness that clutched at my skin. It still surprises me, how quickly and seamlessly you morph into such different personalities – a submissive slave to worship me, a dominant Daddy to tame me, a wild animal with ferocity in droves or a poet with stars in his songs and love in his eyes.

    But a rose by any other names would smell just as sweet, and you in any other names would still be perfect for me.

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β™š π’«π“‡π’Ύπ“ƒπ’Έπ‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π’œπ“π“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ β™š

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Ultimate lady in the streets, total freak in the sheets. I'm that girl your friends would envy you for being able to afford. Turning heads wherever I go, my confidence is over the roof and I'm sure to send your expectations over the roof too! In the bedroom: you're my king - or my slave if that's your thing. Your fantasy is my wet dream, and I take delight making your knees weak with all the best things you love. I want to tease you, to please you, to give you complete satisfaction every time you see me. I am a spoiled party Princess who loves to be worshipped with luxuries, but also loves to be spanked and tamed by the right guy - and that would be you after just an IM β™₯

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