Is there someone in your life that gets you hot and bothered? Please tell us what you would do to her! I'm only going to assume it's a her.
Back to Camp to find this gem waiting for me. *smiles* What a way to start…
Your assumption is correct dearling, my interests do tend towards the feminine figure, and my oh my does my current flame get me burning. A more appropriate question might be what wouldn’t I do. Nevertheless, I’m itching to be back, so l think I’ll have a little fun…
I lie back and watch you. Your dark curls catch the silver ofthe moonlight and I barely resist the urge to take them between my fingers andpull you to me. The grass beneath me is warm and soft, comforting. I doze inthe twilight and imagine what it would be to take you here, to make you mine inthis glade, to kiss and bite and scratch and smack. But I hold myself. You’renew here, new to this, new to me. The clothes are still unfamiliar, the sights,sounds and smells of Camp are tantalisingly strange. I want to ease you intothis reality before I twist you round my finger.
You smile, turning your headto watch the sky, your eyes wide, your lips lightly parted. A spark lights thefire inside me and I throw caution to the wind. My lips are on yours as my handsscratch down to the tip of your corset. With practiced movements I loose theknot and slip it from you. My nails dig into your skin as my kiss becomes morepassionate, I can feel your heart beat starting to rush. I kiss down your neck,nibbling at the sensitive skin, revelling in your sweet moans. My hands wanderand soon I have stripped you, your skin almost glowing in the twilight, yourbreathing fast. I pull back and you moan, the sound filled with need. I smirkat the familiarity, enjoying it as it tumbles from your lips at last. Alreadymine and I have barely started.
I push you back, lying youagainst the earth, pinning your arms above your head. I slip a ribbon from mywrist and tie yours together. Your eyes are even wider. I kiss you softly onthe lips before moving down, tracing each curve with the lightest touch. Mylips find your neck, your collar, your breast, your sternum, your stomach, thetip of your waist, the inside of your thigh. You squirm and moan, almostwhimpering, but I hold you in place. You’re dripping so much the grass beneathyou is wet. I smile as I trace a finger lightly, just next to where you wantme. Then I move away again and reach for the bag I brought. Just in case.
You hear me but cannot see meas I draw something from it and move to sit at your head. You hear the sound ofa key in a lock, feel me as I reach down and lift your head. The cold leatherpresses against your neck as I fit your perfect collar, marking you as my own.As it locks into place, I kiss you deeply, massaging your breasts, owning everyinch of you. Then I slip myself from my own cumbersome clothes.
The sounds of our pleasureecho in the already lust filled Camp, bouncing between buildings and gardens,drowning out everything else. But only the moon sees us. Only the moon knowswhat wonders I perform on my perfect pet. Once my rival, now my lover. I willenjoy owning you, knowing, that at any moment, you could return the favour…
