The Chair

The Chair 

The chair in my room, holding a memory of me and you. Tealights illuminating, casting shadows and setting the mood. You enter to find me dressed in your favorite piece, with boots reaching mid thigh. Ready to please you in every way, you can imagine. Do what you will.

You make me bend over, elbows on the seat of that chair. Causing my back to arch, making my ass even more inviting. Your firm hand, giving my ass a mighty smack. Oh! It stings so good! Next comes another smack. Then another and another.

 My nipples so hard, they could cut glass. You slip a finger inside and feel how wet you're making me. I'm begging for you to slip inside. You deny my request, for you want me dripping nectar. 

Another smack. Yes! I love it! Smack, smack! My moans of pleasure arousing you to no end. You slip a finger inside, then two. In and out. In and out. My honey heavily coating your fingers and trickling down to your palm. You feed your fingers to me to lick them clean. 

Inside of me you thrust deeply. Grasping my hips. I'm calling out your name and begging you to never stop. You smack my ass again, causing me to cum so hard all over you. You grab a handful of my hair as you climax too. 

Oh that lucky chair in my room. Holding that memory of me and you.