Sweet, Sweet Ache

He feeds my deepest, darkest desires, those fantasies locked in my mind because no “good girl” should want it. He takes the dirty, the bad, the wrong and makes them safe. He knows that talking about what will happen, what He will do makes me ache. My cunt throbs, pulsing in time to my heartbeat…

He sent me dark, dirty promises this morning. As I drove to work, I whimpered and mewled to myself in the car, filled with a burning need. I told Him as much.

“As often as you can today take time to rub your cunt, but don’t cum. Send me pictures so that I know you’re doing as told.”

Sitting at a red light, my eyes rolled back in my head, my lips parted. I began to pant.  My hips began to grind into the seat, desperately trying to rub away the ache. The more I gyrated, the more painful the throbbing became.  I gritted my teeth and animalistic grunts and snorts filled the car as my desire overtook me. Finding no comfort from my pathetic grindings, I forced myself to stop. I squeezed my thighs together.

“I wish I was at work. I need to rub my pussy. It aches, Sir!”

His response: “It should ache. That’s what I want.”

I sped up, desperate to arrive at my office.  Finally, I pulled into my usual parking space, grabbed my things, and walked quickly to the door.  The first one to arrive, I fumbled with my keys to open the door. The throbbing took on the cadence of my breath. I needed to touch my pussy.

Once inside, I headed straight to the ladies room. I entered the handicapped stall, pushed my skirt and panties down, and dipped my fingers into my dripping pussy. My head fell back against the wall, my eyes closed. Finally scratching the proverbial itch, my hips began to move, grinding my cunt into my hand. The smell of my sex filled the stall.

I fumbled with my phone, desperate to take a picture for Him. I spread my lips wide and took the picture. My pussy glistened, wet with pure need.

“Thank you Sir…I promise I didn’t cum.”

The pounding, throbbing, excruciating, sweet ache stayed with me throughout the day. I managed to slip away two more times during the day to rub my cunt and send Him a picture.


About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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