My girlfriend Maya always insisted that she was no expert when it came to sex, despite her being quite experienced from previous hookups with women she had met at parties. But she certainly did know her way around the bedroom, not to mention, around my body.
Her biggest weakness had always been breasts. She could spend hours just concentrating on mine, alternating between squeezing, licking, and twirling my nipples. Depending on her mood, she would sometimes be the dominant one as she knew I would bend to her every wish and command but she also loved it when I was in control, straddling her and holding her hands captive above her head.
Maya was really into using nicknames. When it was soft and romantic, especially during foreplay, she would whisper "baby girl", baby doll", "pretty angel". But when things got kinkier, it was not uncommon for her to exclaim "whore" and "slut" and it was so fucking hot hearing it coming out of her mouth.
She also kept a vast collection of toys. In fact, she had an entire box of them tucked away under her bed. Mostly an assortment of vibrators to choose from, that she would insert into my pussy before making me perform mundane household tasks like doing the fucking laundry while I was becoming overstimulated by the constant vibration against my clit.
She often rubbed my pussy over my panties, always demanding that they be gray so that she could better see how wet I was becoming for her. We would cuddle together and watch a movie and she would rub me throughout, sweetly telling me that if I came, she would not touch me again for an entire week, so that by the end of the movie, I would be dripping and throbbing against her fingers as they teased my clit which begged for forbidden release. Maya took pleasure in seeing me writhe and squirm.
And of course, there was bondage. Seeing me tied to the headboard, my legs spread wide, making me watch as she masturbated. She would kneel between my legs, just out of reach, fingering herself as the vibrator hummed inside me.
Maya loved when we dressed up in lingerie, modeling for each other before it eventually ended up on the bedroom floor long before the end of the night. She would always be in the mood, no matter which part of the apartment we were in. For instance, she would devour me on the kitchen table, explaining that, after all, it was made for eating.
We would spend days just walking around the apartment completely naked, in case we got the urge, which always happened eventually. We could never get enough of each other. The most basic daily routines always ended up with us in some form of sexual position or another.
Both still sore from that same morning, Maya already had other plans in mind. This would be payback for the way I had teased her the other day by wearing that tight skirt which always drove her wild when we were out in a crowded place so that she couldn't do anything about it Often working from home and out of the office, she sat at her desk, biting on the tip of her pencil as she pretended to work on her report. Eyes downcast, she still watched me from the corner of her eye, noticing how I had not so discreetly begun to rub myself as I sat cross-legged on her bed.
She returned her attention to her notes and laptop as I whined like an animal in heat and slipped out of my shorts and panties. I removed my shirt and drew in a sharp intake of breath as the cool air made contact with my hard nipples, but still, no reaction from her. My hand would make its way to my dripping pussy, small gasps escaping my lips.
The sexual frustration getting the best of me, I finally made my way towards her, my hand still tracing circles around my pussy. I sat atop her desk and tilted her chair back, so that she would have nowhere else to look but between my legs.
