So I follow
Vivienne Rose
and she did a contest with the criteria "what we would do if we had a weekend together". The prize was an audio of the winning stories.
Mine was one of the winners.
And here it is for all of you to enjoy (also check out Vivienne's stuff, she's amazing). I wrote it from her POV, which is a first for me. Hope you all enjoy and have a Merry Christmas!
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"So," I purr as I enter the bedroom. "Have you been naughty or nice this year?"
Tied down as you are to my bed, I know you are desperate to answer me. But the ballgag I slipped in between your pretty lips makes it all but impossible. Not that it matters We both know the truth.
"Don't worry baby," my voice barely a whisper beneath the clicking of my heels on the floor. "I know you've been very naughty. Just how I like you."
You struggle to lift your head, to catch a glimpse of me in all my holiday wonder. But you don't get that present just yet.
The lights of the little Christmas tree in the corner shine all over the room, reflecting off the leather of my knee-high heeled boots while I stand at the end of the bed, taking you in. All tied up for me. I've teased you so much this weekend, my mouth and my pussy and every delicious inch of me toying with you and your cock over and over.
Bringing you to the edge and then denying you.
You're so desperate now, practically aching for release. I can see the precum dribbling out of the tip of your cock, and I lick my lips knowing that soon that tasty little dick of yours is going to explode just for me.
But not yet. I haven't wound you up enough.
Gently, I raise my right boot off the floor, and slide the toe up and down your cock, poking your balls with the heel just for fun. I see you shiver at the sensation of the smooth leather and the sharp stiletto against your skin. God, just knowing how much you've been willing to do for me has my panties nearly soaked through. Such a good little Christmas toy.
I pull the boot away after a few seconds, not wanting you to have too much of a good thing. You moan through the gag, and I slowly make my way close to your head. You look up, and even in the dim, colored-light filled room, I can see the excitement in your eyes. Any dreams you had of sugar plums dancing in your head disappear as I allow you to see me in all my glory.
The soft, silky red top you bought for me barely contains my breathtaking breasts, the matching panties already glistening. My lips- red to match, smirk at the look on your face, and I blow you a kiss just to see you squirm. I know you want me under the mistletoe baby, but you have to wait a little longer.