He controlled the pace completely, holding her still on his lap, his hands on her hips. He began to move his hips, impaling her more deeply on his cock. She was overwhelmed with sensation. "Pinch your nipples," he said. She hesitated, but just for a moment. Then she put a hand to each breast. She … Continue reading Thoughts in April, Page 12

"Come here," he said, lifting his hand off his neck, allowing her to pull away, releasing his cock from her mouth. He pulled her up so that she was over his knee, her body stretched diagonally across his lap, her head resting on the edge of his lap. This effectively raised her ass over his … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 11

If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. "Very slowly," he said, "lower your mouth and let your tongue touch me. Not the tip, just the flat part of your tongue." As she followed this direction, letting the taste of him fill her, he smiled. "Such a good girl," he said, stroking her … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 10

{I know, it's not April anymore! But I think I'm stuck with this silly title. I had no idea this would turn into a saga...} If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. He stood, and took her hand, as if she were a child. It seemed surreal to her, that she was … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 9

In that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to kneel in front of him and taste his cock. Lick it thoroughly, suck it into her mouth, taking it deeper until it struck the back of her throat, making her gag. It always amazed her how much she loved that. But, “Not yet,” he … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 8

“Good girl,” he said, and it was obvious he was really pleased. “Come. Over the arm of the chair please, yes, like that.” She was familiar with this position, draped over the arm of his chair, ass up. He stood at her side. Pulled the ottoman over so the instruments - the wooden spoon, the … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 7

It didn't take him long to find the part he wanted, toward the beginning, when O had been whipped for the first time. She listened intently as he read aloud, In his lovely voice, how they had explained to O what the rules were, that she would be whipped every night for any infractions she … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 6

He had come up behind her so quietly, she didn't realize he was there until she felt his hand fisting in her hair at the nape of the neck. Then she gasped, her heart leaping in shock. She felt his breath close to her ear, and, ""Don't move," he said. Quickly, he pulled out the … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 5

Standing in the corner, nose almost to the wall, always made her acutely aware of her submission. The plug in her ass added to that immensely. It was not something she would have chosen for herself, there was always some resistance to it. Once it was in, she adjusted, at least, her body adjusted, it … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 4