I recorded a little something for you in the dark... just me, the moonlight, and the sound of my fingers sliding inside me while I whisper your name. Press play and hear exactly what you do to me.
Imagine being covered in glitter, completely out of your depth, and letting a total stranger lead you out of the rave and into a dark farm field. I was shaking, clumsy, and so inexperienced but pressing my back against the side of the car in the cool night air changed everything.
Are you waiting for my permission? You look so handsome when you're waiting for me. Fine, you can touch it, and let me praise you every step of the way. Mmm...Let's begin.
Two thousand miles away, and all I have is your voice in my headphones. I’m lying in your vintage band t-shirt, but my hand is sliding down the cotton, tracing my thighs, finding a slow, heavy rhythm.
Listen to the rain outside? Yeah, I was supposed to be getting things done today, too...But instead, I’m lying here completely naked under the covers, listening to the drops hit the window, and thinking about how much better it feels to just... slide my hand down.
I don't want to get out of bed yet...and I'm making it your problem. What starts as something sleepy, and needy quickly turns into a heavy morning session.
I'm so tired of using my fingers... Please. Just tell me you're coming over to fix this. Tell me you're going to fill me up until I can't think straight.
See what happens in part 2 of my little hotel moment. I don’t know your last name, and I don’t care. I just know I’m not letting you leave until I have my fill.
I’m losing my mind picturing you here, and my panties are the proof. I’ll tell you exactly how I want you to taste me right before I hit my limit. Listen closely for the ending…I found a very personal way to stifle my screams so I could finish without holding anything back.
Crossed paths in the lobby. Shared a look at the bar. Now he's standing in my doorway and I'm realizing I'm in way over my head. Want to hear exactly how he convinced me to let him in?
A hazy, desperate memory bleeds into a primal reality as I unravel for you. Consumed by a touch-starved obsession, I descend into a Yandere-tinged fever dream of thigh-clenching movements and dripping wet surrender.
The click of the lock, the scent of expensive scotch, and the heat of his hand on my waist. I went into his study for a lesson, but I left with a memory I’ll never stop replaying.
[F4M] [FDom] Credit: Wind Chimes Water Droplets and Ocean Waves Loop by DudeAwesome -- https://freesound.org/s/790545/ -- License: Attribution 4.0 Play