***If you're reading, please be warned that this is smutty and very much the imagination of a very inexperienced and horny young adult... I should probably go outside and touch grass or something *insert crying emoji here* ***
I find myself enjoying the time we spend together more than I thought. As our day fades into night, and our laughter echoes in the comfortable silence, a palpable sexual tension settles over us. Dressed in a baby pink, puff sleeved, off-the-shoulder dress, landing midthigh and contrasting my brown skin beautifully; white, wedge heels with fabric straps winding up my calf and ending behind my knee in a perfect bow; white, lace panties hiding beneath my dress; and the silver, submissive day collar with red, black, and silver entwined O-ring you gifted me not long after we met, I shy away and hide a smile with every glance and every touch we share. At the museum, you whispered suggestively in my ear. At dinner, you wore me down with your eyes and subtle touches to my hand. At the movies, your hand snuck past my dress hem (one you bought me for this night). Enough for a damp spot to appear on the seat below me.
As the night reaches a close, we're taking a walk downtown nearing your hotel, and I find myself drifting closer and closer to you, brushing my hand against yours shyly. Of course, you can already tell exactly what I need, and after intertwining our fingers, you offer to close out the night in your hotel room for a cup of coffee or whatever else I may be craving. I tell you, 'I'd love a little dessert' and you smirk knowingly. You rest your hand on the small of my back and guide me closer to you, walking a little faster towards the dark haven of your room. We finally reach the hotel, rushing past the doorman and concierge to the elevators lining the back wall. You press the button to take us up once, but after another thirty seconds, I'm pressing it a few more times, biting into my lip and feeling my chest grow warm. You laugh openly, and I smile shyly up at you enjoying this moment between us. When the elevator finally arrives, you grab me by my waist and turn me around, pushing me until my back hits the back wall of the elevator.
My breath stalls as the doors close, and you press closer to me, hips aligning and the length of your dick pressing ever closer. Your lips brush mine, and the warmth of your breath against my skin brings goosebumps to the surface. I press up to kiss you properly, but you pull back so my lips barely touch yours. The tingle that follows brings stars to my eyes and would have taken me to my knees, if not for your strong arms and body holding me up. One of your hands wraps tightly around my waist and the other trails down my face, my cheek, my lips, up my jaw, around my ear, down my neck, traces my collarbone (where my collar drapes beautifully), and down my cleavage. I tilt my head back to give you more room, and you trail your hand to the hem of my dress, up my bare thigh, towards the soaked panties you bought to match the strapless bra hidden behind the thin material of the gorgeous dress. Just when your finger brushes my warm and pulsating center, you seem to remember where we are.
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Gutters of My Mind
RomanceThis is a book to be filled with my fantasies. For now, they only include myself and the nameless, faceless people of my imagination, but I do want to soon include stories that depict the various people I stan. This is mostly for my own enjoyment, b...