Hard to Thrill

Its not just one of my favorite songs by JJ Cale and Eric Clapton. Tonight, his body was mine. A thrilling palette to play with.

He lay still. Waiting. My scented and oiled hands dressed his naked body and my tongue trailed every so slightly behind. The tickle of the paddle, the silk of my stocking, the dark chocolate mousse, tongue against tongue.

Forced into the darkness by a blindfold, he remained obedient to my will as I gently tortured him with my sensuality. His cock stood at attention, begging for a hole…

The gentle hum reminded him that of the pleasure that was about to occur as I cuddled next to him and instructed him to place his fingers inside me. I stroked myself to a frenzied climax, allowing his gentle fingers to fold into to my pulsing mulsces.

As a special treat, I took the remainder of the delicate chocolate mousse and wrapped it around him as I let the chocolate dissolve onto my tongue. My other hand reached inside of him, gently stroking, beckoning him silently to let go.

When you have connection it is not hard to thrill.

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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