dirty thoughts of a 21st century woman

This is how this was going to unravel … It was going to be revenge or rather him showing me that he was King of my honeypot. His kisses and touch were filled with anger but he was trying to put me in my place. It must have had something to do with my thoughts that I made him read. He summons me over to his place right before work, be here at 4am not a minute later. The synergy and connection between us is that great that I drip immediately and insomnia befriends me and thoughts of what was to be played out excite me. I eventually fall asleep and it felt like literally a few minutes and I was awake. I bathed so fast and made my way. Yes, I made it 4am on the dot. I walked in, the door and gate unlocked. He is stark naked and I bite my lower lip anticipating what was about to go down. He instructs me to change into his JP Morgan Tee   and a pair of heels I had packed for work. I walk back to the lounge, he is seated there with that cocky look on his face. And instructs ...

The silence has been that of changes and allowing certain transformations to take shape in my life. I will start off by saying it has def been an orgasmic new chapter – and leave it there because if I have to dig any deeper the skeletons I reveal will force an identity. The last time I saw him … He had been dragging it out and making me want him, silly man. He eventually confirms his visit to my place that Thursday evening. I sink into a bubble bath and my new found love – white wine with fruity aroma as I swallow and allow its texture to fill my mouth.. I am smiling endlessly thinking of the fantasies I want played out. I fail to find anything sexy he has not seen me in so I go for simple… a Large T-shirt and no undies and a light gown. He instructs as he usually does that I must leave the door ajar and get the gate unlocked. I respond   DONE but im Panty-lessly waitin outside for you. I sat on the staircase leading to the side gate with my thighs spread and inviting all...