“Rituals” Part 2 (slow burn 🔥)

[pi****]

Tap Tap Tap

Your playful rapping on my bedroom door from the hall collapsed all my thoughts into this singular momment. My heart leaping mommensarily into my chest. My voice cracking unexpectedly when I tried to answer.

"I'm rr…ready"

I quickly composed myself and calmly took my place just beside the entrance to the bathroom door, head bowed, hands claspedin front of me just like you'd tought me. I heard you step into my room and quietly close the door behind you. Every step you made, the soft

“Click“

…Of the bedroom door, I held in my chest with growing anxiety. As you rounded the corner into the doorway where I stood, your shoes entered the field of my vision first as thats all I could see.

"Hello good girl.. "

Were you mocking me? I just about caved in that very momment. Maybe if cried, you would go easy on me tonight. I might not have to sleep on my stomach again this time. My small opportunity for action passed all too quickly.

“You seem tense tonight”, you said maliciously as you lifted my chin to meet your gaze.

You were mocking me. I decided silence was the best course of action in this moment.

“Since, your apparently not in the Mood for small talk tonight, you can recite the safe words and get into the tub.. "

Safe words?? Was that really going to be necessary tonight. I had to be over thinking it. I reminded myself this was the normal procedure... for my weekend baths. The way my chest could finally relax its hold, even slightly on my lungs, was reasuring. But why on a random Thursday? That thought kept my body from relaxing completely. I moved closer to the tub, releasing my robe and exposing my breasts. My nipples pointing firmly outward like subtle peaks accentuating dark prickly areoles. The words felt heavy in my mouth.

“Green, yellow, red…”

I climbed in and began to ease myself into a sitting position with my legs tucked under my chin. The water was hot, perfectly ran for you but undeniably, felt near scalding to me. And you began your *** on my senses with a soft kiss.

Were you reassuring me that you weren't here to flog my bottom until I couldn't sit anymore? It didn't matter, your kiss was sweet like honey, and your hands cupping one breast and gently splashing warm soapy water across my shoulders as you alternated rubbing my back, was enough to melt me like hot wax. When you were satisfied my nipples. were sufficiently hard, you ceased your exploration, tilted my head backwards and began pouring the water over my hair. You always took extra care to avoid getting the water in my eyes. Instead you opted for staring into my eyes without breaking your gaze for even a moment. My stomach twisted into knots. It was excruciating to be seen this clearly by you.
Did you know I was suspended in anticipation and anxiety? You never made it apparent if you did. The squelching of bubbles around my ears interrupted this train of thought. You made a great lather out of the shampoo as you began washing my long curly locks. The whole event took place so silently I wondered If I should just preemptively apologize. Maybe you had chosen not to punish me, and I should be appreciative of that mercy and acknowledge my transgression.
But just as I opened my mouth to speak, your words drowned out my small attempt to come forward.

"You have such beautiful hair Den. Your getting me rock hard just thinking about it leaving soapy trails across that perfect ass while I'm fucking your little pussy from the back…"

“ I want to see it...”

The pure amusement in your voice told me you meant now. You lifted me out of the water, turning my face to the shower wall. My hands steading me against the wall as I began instinctively to arch my back for your enjoyment. I had to look back and see the moment you'd inevitably choose to enter. You had long since removed your clothes. You always folded them neatly on the small table whose single purpose was to hold them in times like these. Your body loomed statuesk and tall over my body. Your hand pulling and stroking your cock for extra length, a completely unnecessary action. No matter how many times I had felt that first push of your cock beyond my fleshy inner walls, the sensation was always a surprise. It was my mind's favorite paradox to mull over. Likely a deliberate manipulation on your part. Why else would you have me physically measure each dimension before we ever even fucked? 8inches long 2&1/2 inches of rock solid girth. Even the head sat at an intimidating 2 inches wide, veins that ran down both sides and around the shaft in patterns that signaled a strong healthy *** flow. Imagine my horror upon realizing my pussy would only comfortably accept 2 fingers width as you measured my sopping wet canal by fingering me until I came. But you said that would change. You would stretch me, methodically if necessary to make her hug your cock like a glove. You never inserted him predictably. You'd wait stroking your long coack for dramatic effect, rubbing the tip around my lips, spreading my juices around their surface, making sure your grand entrance would garner absolutely no resistance. So as I now watched you over my shoulder, long sopping wet soapy hair cascading down my back and falling across the soft chocolate slopes of my ass, I was dripping with the liquid evidence of my desire to feel that boundary broken again.

[fr****]

Hit me up

[Ri****]

Beautifully expressed.

[pi****]

19 hours ago, Riccar56 said:

Beautifully expressed.

Thank you 🙏🏾 🙂‍↕️

[Bi****]

No disrespect intended. I'm looking for someone who likes to party and be devoured immensely for hours. I have an insatiable appetite for eating kitty. Can you handle someone eating you up for hours? I can be generous if the vibe is sincere.