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@black-swinging-couple
Who was he? She did not know. All she knew was that she wished it was him she was talking to and not the annoying guy sitting next to her.
It was a Friday night like many others. She had gone to a networking event for work and now found herself sitting at the bar across the street from her apartment, where she spent many a night with a martini or glass of Prosecco sitting in front of her. Sitting around her in the dimly lit bar was the usual crowd of neighborhood regulars, couples out on dates, and groups of friends and colleagues kicking off their weekend.
She sat there quietly enjoying her dry vodka martini, scrolling Instagram on her phone, and ignoring the man sitting next to her who would not stop trying to start up a conversation with her. As she sat there being bombarded with endless questions she thought to herself, why is it always the men who she has no interest in who wanted to continue to speak to her but the one guy you want to speak to you never does? But then, as if on cue there he was.
Luscious licks he laid across her lower lips, as she lied on her back and luxuriated in the lustful linguistic motion of his tongue on her lady bits
Sending me porn you want to do recreate with me, is a valid form of flirting.
I’m “can I record us” nasty😩
He spoke in soft syllables of the sensual sense, enticed by the sweet scent emanating from her body as she sat on his lap and softly kissed his neck on shoulders
My kind of naughty girl 😈
Leave a color in my ask
Deep Red - I’m in love with you. Red - I love you. Pink - I think you’re cute. Blue - You’re amazing. Rose - You’re pretty. Purple - You’re hot. Plum - I would fuck you. Violet - I would date you. Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours. Lavender - You are my tumblr crush. Orange - I want to get to know you. Tangerine - We have a lot in common. Amber - I wish you would notice me. Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. Beige - I don’t know you at all. Yellow - I don’t like your blog. Green - I don’t like you. Olive - I think you are unattractive. Brown - I hate you. Grey - You scare me. Black - Delete your tumblr.
Still have hope of finding a consistent ongoing partner. It’s been hard to find a woman who’s open to dating a married man, but I still have hopes. Just been much harder for me to date, than for my wife.
I am hoping to find a longterm partner, but open to one off meetups as well if that makes more logistical sense.
I’m in an ENM relationship/open marriage, and we also swing on occasion. My wife has a longterm boyfriend of three years. At this time I am primarily looking as just myself as a single male, and interested in meeting with women.
He walked in the door of the hotel room and there she was, just as she was instructed to be. Face down ass up, hands reaching spreading her ass cheeks open to present her dripping wet pussy to him.
And she plead to him, “Please sir. Fill me up. Please. I need you inside of me.”
Please.
Would you allow me to?
The sweet sounds of your moans and gasps as I slowly and deeply stroke my dick in and out of you is the only soundtrack that my ears need to hear as we swim in a sea of passion
Where are the Dallas, TX kink folks at?
When SHE asks if she can suck your dick
I’m not asking you. Im telling you.
If you’re with me you have free use of my dick. You can take it out and do whatever you want with it whenever you want.
From tumblr mutuals to spitting in each other’s mouths
A man can dream
“The trench coat”
Her anticipation grew with every hour that passed. She had imagined this night for so long, the fact that the day had finally arrived seemed almost too good to be true. The day that he, her Sir was unaware that a fantasy of his was about to become a reality. The day where when he open the door to let her in he would see her; see her draped in her black trench coat standing tall in her black Tom Ford padlock heels he loved to see her strut in.
The text came through her phone, “Leaving the office and headed to my hotel. If you leave now you’ll get there as I’m getting out of the shower. There’s a key for you at the front desk waiting on you, in case I’m still getting dressed for dinner. Once you come up and drop your bag off we’ll head to dinner, our reservation is at 8:30.”
Little did he know though that she had no plans on them making their dinner reservation. The only meal that she desired was his body, and the only dessert that she wanted him to enjoy was the sweet treat between her thighs. As he walked into the door of his hotel room how could he have imagined what would be awaiting him when he opened the door just 30 minutes later.
From her time dating him she had grown to be a more meticulous planner, something that had rubbed off from him. He was always so prepared for her, and had everything planned for every date that they had ever been on that she was excited and proud of herself to be so thoughtful in her planning for this night… And she was secretly a little happy to mess up his plans, because she knew he’d be jokingly annoyed that she altered their agenda for the night. Removing her trench coat to present her body in the black lace lingerie set she had bought specially for him would make all that go away though.
“I’m pulling up”, she texted him.
“Ok, great. I am just getting out of the shower. Grab your key from the font desk and come on up.”, he responded.
“Yes sir.”
As she walked into the hotel and to the front desk she could feel her heart start to race. She felt like everyone was looking at her and that everyone knew that she clothed in nothing but lingerie under her coat. Each step to the elevator felt like a mile. “Wait. Have I taken a breath? Which foot goes next? Left? Right? Girl, calm the fuck down! You’re a bad bitch and this man has no clue what he’s about to experience.”
“32nd floor.” The familiar voice of an elevator snapped her into the moment. She exited the elevator, and began her way to his room. Now, each step from the elevator felt like a boost of confidence and sexiness. So by the time she arrived at the door to his room she was standing taller and feeling like the sexy woman he always told her that she is.
*knock knock*
“Who the hell is that?” he said aloud. He hurried to put his jeans and on and made his way to the door to see who was knocking at the door. Cracking the door open, he saw her. “Girl, didn’t you get the key from the front desk?”
She was confused, did he not see what she was wearing. She knew one of his biggest fantasies was for a woman to arrive at his hotel room in a trench coat with lingerie hidden away underneath it. “Get out of your head”, she said to herself in her head and “Open the door sir, so I can come in.” she requested of him. He opened the door and quickly turned to make his way back to the bathroom where he was getting ready. She knew that when his mind was preoccupied with something that he would get hyper focused, and since he was getting ready for them to head to dinner she knew that’s where his mind was. He was hurrying to finish getting dressed so they wouldn’t be late for dinner.
She took a deep breath and made her way into the doorway of the bathroom, leaning herself against the frame of the door.
“Hello Mr.”, she said softly. With her eyes locked on muscle-toned back.
*he turned around from the bathroom mirror and saw*
“Hel… Hello… WOW! Look at… Look at you”, he said as he stumbled over his words. He couldn’t believe this was real. He couldn’t believe that she was standing there in front in, draped in a black trench coat that was untied and hanging open showcasing a set of black lace lingerie. Was this really happening? Was a fantasy that he thought would never occur actually happening?
*he slowly walked towards her, never taking her eyes off of her*
She could sense her body starting to tingle and feel a warm rush of sensations flow through her. She knew what was about to happen next, she knew that the first thing that he would do is slowly pass his right hand around her waist to her back and pull her close to him to kiss her. And that is exactly what he did. He pulled her close to him with his right hand, so she could feel his body against hers since he had yet to put a shirt on and with his left hand he raised her chin up to kiss her.
“You are such a good girl. Look at you. You look amazing! You make me feel so very special. I am a very lucky man.”, he said to her. Showering her with praises and affirmations as he looked over her body at arms length while holding her waist with both hands. He was inspecting his treat for the night, “So I should cancel that dinner reservation huh?”
“Yes sir.”, she said as she giggled. Her plan had worked, and she was pleased.
*as he went to grab his phone to call the restaurant she made her way to the bed, sitting on the edge and spreading her legs open*
“Hi, yes I am going to have to cancel our dinner reservation. Sorry, something came up…”
He forgot how to speak in that moment, because as he turned to look towards her he locked eyes with her. And as he locked eyes with her he became fixated at what her hands were doing at the moment. Her right hands was down between her thighs, her pinky and ring ringer holding her panties just far enough to the side so she could touch her pussy. Her left hand motioning for him to come to her, which he did.
The trench coat was now on the floor, and the only thing covering her body was the black lace lingerie that she had chosen for this moment.
The lace bralette that she had selected covered just the underside of her breasts, letting her nipples peak through as if they were welcoming the thought of being kissed and licked. She felt sexiest in her thigh-high stockings which is why she had chosen to wear a new set of those that were clipped onto a lace suspender belt that matched her bra and panties. She felt the power of every erotic book she had read, every Hollywood movie she had watched, and every lingerie model she had seen walk down a runway.
As he picked up and hung up her coat he could see her body tensing up. He could sense her breathing was beginning to become shallower and more intense. The anticipation from the day that she had been feeling leading up to arriving at his hotel room door was showcasing itself in this moment, just as the anticipation that he had held for years hoping this moment would come with a woman was pulsing through his body. Each step felt like a flight of stairs, each breath felt like a task to complete.
Arriving at her feet he slowly knelt down in front of her, “I’ve got it from here baby girl.”
She removed her hand, leaned back, and closed her eyes… The next sensation that she felt was his tongue slowly sliding between the lips of her labia. In that moment all the tension and anticipation left her body, and she disappeared into the pleasure of the moment.
She was his dessert, just as she had hoped for… And she had fulfilled his fantasy, arriving at his hotel room with lingerie hidden under her trench coat.
“Come here.”
The two words she had been yearning to hear all the day. The command that released her from the harsh burdens of life and ensured her she was still a sweet gentle being.
A soft delicate response came from her mouth as she slowly walked towards him.
“Yes sir.”
Never breaking eye contact she slowly walked to him. Every step closely observed by his attentive and caring gaze. As she inched closer his legs began to inch open. Approaching him, she stood between his legs patiently waiting.
“On your knees.”
And down onto her knees she went.
“How was your day darling?”
Frustration was written all over her face. The day had taken its toll on her. Pulled in so many directions at work, where she is always in command. But now, she could release control to him. Focusing her attention on just him, her guide to calmness.
Her head slowly sank to the ground as she reimagined the pain of the day. Trying to push back the dark feelings, she felt herself crumbling as she knelt before him.
She felt his hand against her face, soft and caring embrace. With two fingers on her chin he raised her head up.
Locking eyes again her focus immediately returned to him. His moved gently across her face as he lowered himself off of the chair onto his knees in front of her.
“I’ve got you now so do not worry any longer.
She smiled.
“I’ve needed to feel your touch all day.”
“You’re here now. You’re mine now. Relax now because you’re in my care now.”
She fell into his body and all the tension was released from hers, a transfer of energy made possible by a true connection of hearts & minds.
“Please sir, I am yours, and I need to be reminded of how.”
With those words she relinquished herself to him. Her care, her comfort, and her pleasure were in his hands now.
“Mine you say?”
“Completely yours.”
“Go and choose.”
She knew what this meant. Go and choose the tool of her pleasure, the tool of his control. But which one…
Walking to his box of tools and toys, her box of pleasure & happiness, she felt at peace again. Opening the box she grasped the leather set of cuffs that to themselves felt cold and stiff in her hands, but she knew that with his gentle hands placing them on her she would be his.
“Back on your knees.”
She could feel her heart rate quickening & her breathing become heavier, but then came the calm.
“Relax darling, I’ve got you now.”
To anyone else leather cuffs being tightened on your wrists behind your back would bring anxiety, for her it brought peace.
“Too tight sir.”
“I’m sorry darling.”
Harming her was not his intention, but pain she did desire. She knew what was to come. She cherished the sting of his swift hand against her butt and the warm rush of blood to it that would follow.
As he walked her to the bed she prepared.
“Down.”
“Yes sir.”
And down she went into her favorite position. Bent over the edge of the bed with her head against the sheets was exactly where she had wanted to be all day.
The place where she was his, and his alone.
The place where his focus was on her, and her alone.
As he walked around her, running his left hand across her body, he could feel her body slowly rocking back and forth.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes sir.”
With his left hand still on the small of her back…
“Ok darling…”
His right hand struck her left butt cheek.
“Mmmmm… Yes sir”
The sting on the palm of his hand connected him to the pain she felt. She was his responsibility, & his to care for. He was always observant of her.
Looking over her as she bit down onto the covers he was reminded, this pain was her pleasure.
“Please sir, may I have another?”
SMACK
Her body jolted.
SMACK
Her body jolted again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Her legs began to shake… And her panties began to moisten.
In a very soft voice, “Sir can you please take my panties off? I want to feel your hand on my skin?”
“It would be my pleasure darling.”
As he pulled her panties down he could see how wet she was already. With nothing to hold it back now it began to drip down her thigh.
“Someone is excited.”
“Yes sir. May I taste it please sir?”
He ran two fingers across her pussy, & placed them near her mouth.
“Here you go.”
With her arms cuffed behind her back she had to work to get her mouth to his fingers that were covered in her sweet nectar. As she opened her mouth fingers moved just out of reach.
“Please sir.”
“Please sir what?”
“Please sir may I taste?”
And into her mouth his fingers went.
“More?”
The ‘yes’ was inaudible, but he knew from the look in her eyes, the position she raised her butt to, & the moan she let out as she sucked his fingers clean that she was ready.
“You asked for this.”
With one arm wrapped around her, he spanked her until she whimpered.
The whimper turned into the slightest little cry.
he paused
“No. Please don’t stop sir.”
SMACK
“Please. I deserve it sir.”
SMACK
“Please sir.”
SMACK
Her body shaking, he raised her off the bed into his lap and held her. Now is when she needed him the most.
With her head buried into his chest he ran his hands across her body. Minute by minute her body began to relax.
Then looking up at him.
“Please sir, let me serve you.”
Not a word needed be said. He lifted her off his lap and onto her knees.
And his pants fell to the floor.
Her mouth immediately began to water at the sight of him already stiff.
All day he had been craving for her to swallow him. His day had been full of countless erections in his office with no mouth around suck him.
They were both ready, and in a stern voice he said.
“Come here.”