Masturbation Monday

I Sighed With Pleasure #MasturbationMonday

Sleepy limbs, splayed in pure relaxation, held down with a firm grip. I woke up and whimpered into the dark bedroom, unsure of what he had planned.

Lately, his fast, aggressive touches had caused more pain than pleasure. His touch on my clit was electric - in a not so good way. But in the wee hours of the morning, he was different. His hand, always warm, gently massaged my mound.

I sighed with pleasure.

His fingers stroked my lips. His breath was hot on my neck.

I unfolded like a flower.

Circling, this way, then that, never touching my clit, I relaxed into him. The tension in my hips and thighs eased as I realized no electric pain would result from his desire.

I opened to him.

His hand cupped my body, reveling in my warmth. I shook and shuddered, panting with desire. With gentle (but firm) strokes, he touched my swollen bud. I began to beg for release. "Yes, babygirl. Cum for me."

I melted.

Over and over again, small, wave-like orgasms rolled across my body. My body convulsed around his hand and in his arms.

I sighed with pleasure.

"Thank you, Daddy."

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

10 Comments

Leave a Comment

%d bloggers like this: