1899-12-31 0000 My breasts are bared to you. My head is bowed: a show of submission. My legs are folded beneath me. I wear only my hair over my nipples. You watch me with the coldest eyes. I love that look. I stand at your command. Trail a hand down my own neck, feeling my pulse flutter beneath the light touches of my fingers. Over my nipples, which grow even harder. I ache for you. Between my thighs, I'm weeping. My fingers tiptoe lower and stop, at your word, just above my pubic bone. I tremble. Then, I get your permission. My hand finds my clitoris, and I'm so close already. Sweeping delicate fingers through my folds and then bringing them quickly to my lips to suckle on. I taste my honey and close my eyes on a moan. Why do I taste this good? Because you are watching me. You stride forward and get to your knees, still managing to be dominant even with me above you. It's those eyes. Your tongue finds my core and you play with me. You tongue thrusts into me - and out - and in ... Mimicking what I want from your cock. And I come. And you still tease me, making it endless.