Spank Me
Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 4:26 am
Something happens to me the moment I see you seated before me. I feel at once lost and yet utterly found.
The sensations as they hit the pit of my tummy churn and yet fill me with a peace nothing else brings.
I need to hear you ask for my jeans and panties to be taken down. I need to do that for you. I need to see your pupils swallow your irises with utter unabashed lust as my most intimate area is revealed to you. This is what I need—what I want.
I need you to take my hand and lead me over your lap. My heart always skips a beat as I settle there, knowing my bottom is uppermost and displayed for your pleasure. Your hand strokes the soft skin as though you are in awe, and I need that. I need to know you adore the naked flesh of my womanly curves and covet this gift I give you.
I need you to raise that large warm hand with determination and authority over me and my body. You tell me that my ass belongs to you—only you. I need to hear that reassurance. I will moan, my body sighing, eager to break for you as I wait for the initial blow.
Here comes the release.
I need these moments to intertwine, just the two of us in a moment of purity and debauchery. This is what I need when I look at you this way.
I need you to spank me.
What do you need?
The sensations as they hit the pit of my tummy churn and yet fill me with a peace nothing else brings.
I need to hear you ask for my jeans and panties to be taken down. I need to do that for you. I need to see your pupils swallow your irises with utter unabashed lust as my most intimate area is revealed to you. This is what I need—what I want.
I need you to take my hand and lead me over your lap. My heart always skips a beat as I settle there, knowing my bottom is uppermost and displayed for your pleasure. Your hand strokes the soft skin as though you are in awe, and I need that. I need to know you adore the naked flesh of my womanly curves and covet this gift I give you.
I need you to raise that large warm hand with determination and authority over me and my body. You tell me that my ass belongs to you—only you. I need to hear that reassurance. I will moan, my body sighing, eager to break for you as I wait for the initial blow.
Here comes the release.
I need these moments to intertwine, just the two of us in a moment of purity and debauchery. This is what I need when I look at you this way.
I need you to spank me.
What do you need?