Tibialoconcupiscent

A tribute to the world of stockings, garter-belts and sexy lingerie from a mans perspective.

[steinerkd]

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I lean back in my office chair rubbing my temples, strained look on my face. It's been a long day and I badly need a break and disconnect for a bit. You walk in and see the look on my face, the perfect secretary, always so attentive and aware, ready to fulfill any and all duties and complete any tasks assigned to you. "You should stretch your legs a bit and get your blood circulating" she says looking over at me, evaluating. I smile, look back at her, something about her always attract my eyes, drawing them to her. That classy style she dresses for the office, always with a hint of sensual and seduction, yet keeping it strictly professional. She leans in slightly over the desk putting down some files for me to look over later and my eyes are immediately drawn to your unusually deep cleavage. Catching myself I pull back slightly, embarrassed, meeting your gaze to see if you caught me. You did, your eyes meets mine, but there's no scorn there, just a smile, a sparkle of mischief. To distract myself I follow her advice and rise from my chair and walk around the table, walking towards the seating area where all refreshments are. You swing around and follow me, close behind and when I stop you "accidentally" bump in to me, your hand landing on my hip, your chin against the back of my shoulder. You don't back off though, you lean in and rest your head fully on my shoulder while you slide your other hand around me to rest on my stomach. To dismiss any doubts or questions I might have you press your red lips against my neck and kiss me, finger tops sliding inside my shirt between the buttons. I turn around placing my hands on your waist, pulling you in against me, knee riding in between your legs, your knee long pencil skirt straining against me. Your hands rub up over my chest, one hand reaching my neck, your nails tracing lines across my skin making goose bumps appear. You step back, smiling, the mischief in your eyes replaced by something entirely different. Your hand still playing at the back of my neck your other hand slides up my chest and grab my tie, pulling me with you as you start to slowly dance away backwards in your heels towards the couch. My hands slip from your waist down to your hips, feeling your hips sway with every step, a wicked smile spreading across your lips. As you calves touch the sofa you briefly let go of me, hiking your skirt up a bit, revealing the welt of your ultra sheer black nylons and the end of the garter straps. I look down, watch the wonderful view on display for me and arousal instantly takes hold of me, this is no game, you play for keeps. You look my gaze and seductively undo a few buttons of your blouse, revealing your black lace bra and more of that lovely cleavage, then you grab my tie again as you fall back into the couch, pulling me with you, down on my knees. Holding my tie you pull me in over your lap, running your fingers through my hair and after what seems like an eternity finally speak again. "You should eat something before you back to work again, Sir", she says in a husky voice as she throws her head back with a soft giggle. I slide my hands up the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart more, the slick nylon under my fingers, my eyes sliding over her luscious body and reply "You know what, I think I might just" as my head bows down and my lips goes hunting for her gift.

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Sitting on her knees waiting. Every little sound magnified and every sense on alert. His finger caressing her along the edge of the blindfold, so gentle, caring, wanting. His finger tops touching her skin sends shivers of anticipation through her body. She wants this, want him, so much. Her perfect red lips eager to taste him, waiting for his permission, silently awaiting so ready to feel. His finger reaching her lips, a tender touch, promising everything she wants so much. Head bowed, hands on her knees, he whispers into her ear the one word she longs to hear; "Mine".

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lip biting hair chewing red lips hunger desire longing looks sultry touches black lace pale skin whispered sweetness playful sin

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Red lips like the fire That consumes my soul That flames my passion Makes me lose control Red lips of desire Enticing my mind Seduce me with ease The look divine Red lips forever A signal to my soul Calling for passion And for yours I'll give it all

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The view from the top of the Eiffel Towers is breathtaking, and for you, quite literally preventing you from breathing. Your fear of heights is crippling you, heart beating hard and fast. You stand there, frozen, feet planted firmly and refusing to take another step. I close up behind you and put my hand over your eyes, my arm around your waist and whisper calmly into your ear, slowly, step by step walking you forward. You reach the railing, me pushing up against you from behind, pushing you up against it. Slowly I remove my hand from your eyes and as I do you gasp hard, rail back, but you can't move, my body holding you captive. You instinctively spread your hands out and grab the railing, knuckles whitening, your body trembling. Fear fills you, but also, surprisingly, another sensation taking hold. Feeling me pressed up against you, people around us, the swindling height and you feel excitement building, danger, lust. My hand slides up from your waist, under your open crop top, find your breast, starts playing, feeling you, but also how your heart is racing, now for more than one reason. I'm discrete, tourists around us, not noticing as my fingers feel your nipples stiffening under my play. "Don't be afraid, show me you're a good girl, I'm here to protect you" I whisper, and you know it's true. You want to close your eyes, but you force yourself to keep them open, looking down, a bad mistake, your breathing quickening. You feel my hand stop playing with your breast, moving down, finding your thigh, the skirt hem. I curl my fingers and start pulling the skirt up, finding my goal, taking what I want from you in your defenseless state. Your minimal lace panties offers me no resistance, and neither do you. My arms pushed against the railing by your body My fingers starts playing, working you, pushing you. My voice calmly whispering in your ear how much I like my good girl playing nice with me. You are overwhelmed, the fear of the height, the arousal, adrenaline pumping, heart revving hard, my fingers invading you and the weight of my body pressing against you, towards that endless void in front of you. You can't hold back, you can't resist, and you don't want to, craving this torture I put you through, knowing if you break I would instantly sweep you away and shield you from the view. You climax for me, I can feel all of you spasming, biting your lip hard not to alert the people around you of what is happening to you. I enjoy every shuddering wave of your body, knowing I made this happen to you, gifting you this sensation. Moments passes, the real world rushing in again and I gently turn you around, away from the danger, from the void, and I put my arms around you, making you feel safe and secure again, sated, near and I lean in and kiss you, whispering "Thank you".

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We were at the door, ready to leave for a night out dancing and having fun when you suddenly turned around. You put your hand on my chest and smiled your most wicked smile as you pushed me back. Without and hesitation or shame you slid your hands under your short dress and deftly pulled your panties down and then let them fall to the floor where you kicked them aside. "Ok, now I'm ready" you said with a twinkle in your eyes knowing how you'd have my absolute attentions, and forbidden caresses, all night. Unable to resist the temptation my fingers brushed up the inside of your thigh, eager to verify what my eyes had just witnessed by my own touch. I found you willing to accept my verification as you leaned back against the door, moving your feet apart to allow me full access to you. Hungrily I leaned in and found your lips to kiss them as my fingers caressed your other set. I was losing myself in the moment, one of the endless ones we always found each other in, always tempting and pushing each other, when your hand slid down on top of min. You took my hand and pulled it up to your mouth and holding it brushed my fingers against your lips while holding my gaze with yours. Naturally I tried freeing my hand to continue what I had started, but you held my harm firm, again smiling and said "Sorry my love, you'll have to wait, it's time to leave..."

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We are seated, enjoying our meal which is quite good. We are both about to enjoy it so much more though. The conversation is shifting over different topics, as always, lighthearted, easy flowing, natural, always with a slight sexual overtone and selected innuendo. As always I'm drowning in your eyes, enchanted by that soft, sensual, voice of yours. Casually I pick up my phone, look at the screen, flip to the right app and grin, still online, it's time. You look back at me, recognizing that hungry grin spreading across my face, steeling yourself for what you know is coming. Looking into your eyes, never letting you break contact with my loving gaze my fingers starts to move slowly across the screen, in my mind they are caressing your lips. You gasp, lean back, placing your hands flat on the table, defiantly staring back at me. This is a game we both love, a game of breaking, of giving, a game of pleasure. I know your body, your limits and I know how to push them. I know exactly how that Dolce affects you and how to push you to the edge, bring you back and then get you back and push you over it. As I expertly play with the remote control app I watch your pupils dilate, your breathing change, involuntary moans and gasps escaping your beautiful lips. I force you to engage in conversation, slipping in key phrases, erotic triggering phrases, mentally teasing and stroking you as my fingers play. From other tables I'm sure people find me rude sitting with this stunningly beautiful woman and still focusing so much on my phone, little do they know that you want nothing more at this moment than me riding your lust using it to its full potential. Pushing you, further, increasing tempo and intensity, using both engines, you start to break, mouth open, whimpering, enjoying what I do to you, loving "my touch", my desire to touch you, my insatiable hunger to satisfy you. I can tell you are there, in desperation you grab the napkin and bit down on it, to avoid screaming out your climax to the restaurant. I snigger, smile, feeling myself strain hard against my paints from the excitement and pleasure of watching you struggle. "Please" you finally beg, over sensitive, stimulated, spent. Your eyes half closed, biting your lip, hands trembling, "Please!". I slowly pull the controls down, let you rest, put down the phone upside down and reach out to take your hand in mine. "Ready to go" I ask and you laugh back your reply "No, not just yet, I can't..."

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Such sweet sensations rising from within Watching you dreamily My perfect little sin You're the seduction I want and need The sensual injection That makes me want to breathe Within your presence So calming to my soul I sense your love And it makes me whole

>[Thoughts]< Few things are as arousing and sensual as the (intentional) accidental glance of her nipples, so feminine, beautiful, desirable. You can't help but want your finger to gently brush over them, maybe even dare to let your lips play? It's something personal, very intimate, and catching a sight, even being invited, has an immense impact on your psyche.

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When I'm tired and weary I just want you near me When all is said and done I just want you around Forget all the games they play This is where I want to stay Within your arms Within this safety At peace In this moment of silence

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The elevator jerks, light flickers and we come to a stop, the light goes out and only a tiny emergency light give us some guidance and visual aid. You cling on to me, I feel you tense up, a slight fear creeping in, you hate this. Instantly my protectiveness jumps in, I need to distract you, take your mind of the situation. You are my everything and I want to protect you from the demons that haunt you, it's in my blood. I go to the one surefire way I know to always distract your mind, seduction. Before you even have a chance to open your mouth and start speaking, voicing your fear, my lips find yours, throwing you offtrack with my honest passion. You can't help but to respond, your fingers finding my neck, running through my hair. My hands follows your shape, lightly caressing your body as they travel north to find your shoulders. Without hesitation my fingers deftly slip the shoulder straps of your flimsy dress over your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Momentarily I pull myself and take the sight in, you bared before me, the dress dropped your lingerie and luscious body exposed. You submit willingly to my hands and kisses, throw yourself in this play of passions as eager to lose yourself and forget the world as I am. Our bodies press against each other, reacting, blood flowing. My mouth taste your throat, your shoulder as my fingers starts to tempt you. Your arms pull me closer, wanting more, wanting me, here, now. You reach for me, as so many times before, finding reassurance of my affection in the palm of your hand, taking what's yours. At this point we are lost, craving like hungry beasts for each other. The elevator could start moving, the doors open and we wouldn't care, let the world see our passion if it likes, let it envy. The elevator doesn't move though, the doors stay closed, but your doesn't, and we become one.

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I love her playfulness, the way she so willingly submit to my silly, sensual, demands. Her submission and trust intoxicating, her sensuality and that eager intelligent mind so seductive. She captivates my mind and entice me to explore her, play with her, come up with more games to engage her in. Her playfulness pulls my mind back to her, over and over, make me hunger for her, and I adore her for every gesture of love she shows me. I want to arouse her, seduce her mind, and I think, I mainly want her playing these games with me so she knows what I am thinking of, her, only her. Reaffirming her by knowing she is the sole source of my arousal and desire, the one consuming my mind and fueling my lust.

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The call is going well, they laugh, they joke, the topics swing from serious to silly but always with an edge of innuendo. They both know where it will eventually go, it always does, their hunger for each other insatiable. He's describing how his friend made a fool of himself and mid sentence halt, "Take off your panties", casual, demanding and firm and revealing where his mind is drifting talking to her. She laughs and throws her head back, recognizing the tone of his voice. "Yes Sir" she answers in a mocking voice with a hint of laughter as her hands slides down her body and grabbing her lace panties. He hips wiggle, arching her back for clearance as she works her panties down, baring herself. She pulls up her legs and slides the delicate lingerie off, reaching out her arms and casually dropping them to the floor. "Ready, Sir" she says, but now with less mocking and a noticeable increase in hunger. "Good girl" he replies with a now coarser voice, the games beginning, "As I was saying", taking up his story again. She closes her eyes, listening, the words no longer matter, the sound of his voice enthralls her as her fingers wander to newly freed areas of her body, and they both feel that ever present energy between them starting to make them drift into passion.

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The warmth of the fire washes over her like a gentle caress of her skin. In her veins flows the warmth of his love, a fiery passion consuming her from within. Every inch of her body aching for his kisses, remembering every single place he's ever touched. Her fingers wander, her mind drifts, her heart beating faster, the world fades into a mist. Lost in the moment to the sounds of the fire she let herself go and succumb to the wish, once more to have him tasting her lips.

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She stands by the window, the only sounds the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and the hammering of raindrops on the window and window pane. She is wrapped in the sheets from the bed they just shared and her heart is still beating, remembering soft caresses and hungry bites. She watch his back moving away, already as drenched by the rain as her loins from his presence not long ago. Her knees are weak, still in the afterglow, so full from him, yet so empty, alone, as she watch him go. She drops the sheet exposing her bosoms, not caring if anyone sees, her fingers tracing your lips to her nipples, a memory so sweet. She closes her eyes, put her forehead to the pane, her breath once more catching, remembering her man. She smiles to herself and goes back to the bed, her fingers already racing, reenacting the event. He stirs a hunger in her that can never be sated, an even just the memory will always make her burn.

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I touch you With my words My Whisper My voice in your ears My thoughts touching your skin My stories your soul Arouse you Make you lose control My craving consumes you And you give me it all Mutual destruction And all consuming needs I touch you With everything I am Maybe for a second, ever so briefly Or until the time our lives end