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When you’re a tease….


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(An old short story I wrote from another site that I though I would put here. May post the longer one here. Let me know what you think - need some motivation to write again!)

 

You've been teasing me all day.

I've been in meetings. The soft rumble of my phone has been interrupting my thoughts non stop, and I sigh, knowing what I'll see. Unlocking it discreetly, I'm met with you, wearing brand new lingerie. This is the fifth one today. But this time, you're crossing the line, by having your hand sliding down the front of that scrap of black lace.

You didn't have permission for that.

You know full well you don't. You're counting on it, fuelling a guarantee that it won't go unpunished. I smirk, mind running through all the ways I might punish you.

It's nearly 5 o'clock, close, and you're counting down the seconds ticking away on the clock above you. You're ready, as always. Wearing the very same lingerie, on your knees, hands clasped behind your back, and throbbing in anticipation.

The sound of my key grinding against the inside of the lock makes you flick your eyes towards the door, lust flaring through your body. Goosebumps flicker across your skin and your thighs rub together, desperate for some friction and a needy exhale nearly escapes your lips. The melody of the door the centre of your focus, you watch the handle turn slowly as you bow your head, eyes training on the floor. You can't hide the slight smirk on your face as your eyes meet two Oxford shoes in front of you

Silence.

Your breathing is short and sharp, mind racing with everything I might do. You know you're wet, you've been wet thinking about it all day. And then you feel yourself throb as you hear your favourite sound.

The slow, quiet purr of my zipper being brought down.

You grip your hands tighter behind you, back and shoulders holding the position you've had trained in to you every day since you knelt for me. You're biting your lip, my girl, but you still don't dare look at me. You're already in trouble. You don't dare make it worse. No.... You're going to have to make it up to me.

You can't help but gasp and allow a long low moan as you feel my fingers run through your hair, before I take a large, firm, tight fistful.

Oh yes... you're definitely going to have to make it up to me.

 

Omg 😍😍😍
Could read that all day and it would still give me the same reactions, as the first time I read it.
Very good writing
I’m very intrigued as to how she made it up to you.
Wanna know the rest 😈😈

Well the title is very apt for this one, isn't it, with that cliffhanger of an end 😳🥴 I'm sure I speak for most when I say, please post the longer version! 

This was a great short read, and well written; it would be wonderful to read more of your writing.

Wow, great writing, so captivating and definitely something I would do 😈😈

Thanks for the kind words!

Alas this was one of a group of purely first scene teasing erotica. No sequel I’m afraid.

I’ll post the second one soon - only two survived my old account on FetLife. The rest are lost to the internets!

That was fun can’t wait to hear the rest of it, hopefully 🧚‍♀️

New one up in the forums guys and gals.

Wouldn’t show last night for anti spam reasons, so it’s a few down from recent.

 

It’s called “When you’re in a crowd….”

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