Treason and Plot's Stories

  In the heavy fragrance of intoxicating night I search on your lip for a madder caress I tear secrets from your yielding flesh Giving thanks to the fate which made you my mistress.... Vita Sackville-West

Mia grinds  against his hand as she hungrily kisses him, his tongue in her mouth working in rhythm with his fingers between her legs. Noah whispers: I love how you suck my fingers after I've fingered you.   

  Now, Roy, no touching my breasts while we're fucking. Only I'm allowed to touch them, and you are only allowed to watch. When I have had my fill of your cock, and at least two orgasms,  I might let you run your tongue over my nipples, and bury your face in my breasts' scented warmth. And then I might let you slide your aching cock between them, inch by rock-hard inch into that soft freckled valley, but only if you beg, and only if I can lick the glistening tip of your cock when you thrust in the direction of my open mouth.