Come here.
Come up by my head.
No, not there, closer, move up more.
Up more. There ya go. It’s OK, straddle my head. There ya go. Good boy.
Now move your cock out of the way and give me what’s mine.
And no, you do NOT have permission to stroke it. Just hold it and stay still.
You stroke… I bite. Understood? If you drip any precum on me… I bind you. Understood?
By usethepleasureboy on WordPress
“Why do you get to wear pajamas but I can’t?”
She smirks. “Because I’m going to hold you so close you won’t get cold. Besides, you’re mine and if I want to touch you I don’t want your clothes to get in the way.”
I blush and look away at the mention of being hers. She sees my hesitation and, sitting up, slides her fingers around the waistband of my pants and yanks them down. I sigh at first, not wanting to give in so quickly, but then find myself lifting one foot then the other so she can take them off.
She smiles. “See? Not so bad. Now… arms up.” I slowly raise them, and she lifts my
shirt off my torso, then slides her hands across the skin of my naked body. She
looks into my eyes as she kissed my stomach.
“Come on, get in.” Not waiting for my response, she uses her strong arms to pull me into the soft bed, then wraps her arms and legs around me like a spider capturing her prey.
I can’t help but instantly melt into her. Any humiliation or embarrassment disappears and leaves only pure comfort and love. I nuzzle my head into her chest. “Not so bad at all” she whispers, and gently presses my face into her breasts with a hand on the back of my head. I feel her other hand slowly wander down my back, down to my butt, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Goodnight baby…”
A beautiful post by usethepleasureboy.wordpress.com, quoted with gratitude.
This little slice of life summarizes the FLR dynamic in the most lovely way.
How can anyone not want this?
~T ♥
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