“You always have to be in control” he whispered. I smiled and asked “Who doesn’t want to be in control?” He laughed.
That deep and hearty laugh that I loved. I tenderly kissed his lips. I smiled as I licked my tongue across his lips. I put the blind fold on him.
“My turn” I said. I tightened his neckties around his wrists and tied him to the bed post. He began to rise with thoughts of ecstasy. “Relax baby. I got this” I said. He smiled and said “I love you.”
“I know” I said. I turned on the music. Nice and slow. ‘Adore’ by Prince was blaring through the wireless speakers.
I added the hot oil to his body. Slow and deep I began to massage the oil all over his chest and arms. His stomach and down his legs. Missing his manhood on purpose I began to massage his feet.
“Damn” he muttered.
I began to massage his thighs. Deeper and slower. Making my way up to the most important part of his body. I raised myself up and sat on his member. Sweet satisfaction filled me.
Slowly I began to ride.
I wanted to be in control. This situation. This moment with him mattered. I moved to the rhythm of the music. I controlled my hips to start and stop the pleasure I was giving him.
I loved being in control. Secretly, he did too.
He begged me to stop. “Not too fast” he stammered. I increased my speed as I rode him. Faster and faster.
“I love you being in control” he whispered. “I know babe and I love you too” I said.
Today’s post is inspired by the Daily Post. The word prompt was control.