Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

Your text messages lit up my phone all day, becoming increasingly more explicit and endlessly provocative. It kept me flushed and distracted through every business meeting, making working on my birthday infinitely more bearable. I secretly responded to your messages during my breaks, as a palpable level of anticipation settled over both of us 
‘Tonight, tonight…’  you continued to tease. ‘I’ll be there even though I can’t.’
Our long distance relationship had its challenges and complications. We were both tied to intense work schedules that kept us on opposite sides of the country for months at a time. Despite this, you had ways of making my blood run hot and I was intrigued by your suggestion of a special surprise.
By the time I arrived home later that night, the little parcel you'd sent in the mail was waiting for me, just as you’d promised.
 I set it on my bedside table and dialed your number.
“Is it there?”
“Yes. Can I open it?”my pulse quickened as I unwrapped the gift. Inside the box I found a sleek  object, inlayed with platinum curves. It was exceptionally smooth to the touch as I picked it up to hold in my hand.
It was an omibod.There was no instruction manual and when I asked, you told me that it was still with you, and that there were rules to be followed. You would explain exactly what to do and when, and I was reminded that a good birthday girl should always obey if she expected to get her reward. 
Just the tone of your voice left me wet and wanting. Of course, I agreed to your game.First, you instructed me to slowly undress, verbally guiding my fingers over my skin. I imagined you there with me, your hands on me, sliding between my breasts and down my stomach hooking into the lace band of my knickers and slipping them down over my thighs. Next, you had me lay down.
“Spread those legs and imagine me there, leaning over you, my tongue pushing past your lips. You feel my mouth warming your skin as I lick my way along every pretty curve, slowly going down your body, dipping into that delicious hollow just below your hip bone.” you could hear my breathing quicken, giving way to softer sighs, as my imagination took over.Under your guidance, I picked up my birghday gift and I nestled it against my clit, feeling it swell in response.
“Now wait" you said
As I wait I start to feel a buzz as you turn on my toy, setting the pace of my gift. 
"Now imagine my face is buried between your thighs,” you said.
The toy surges to life. I felt a combination of circular strokes and fast flicks, creating intense rhythmic sensations. It mimicked the seductive swirls of your tongue, gliding over and around my clit. I could almost feel you there, your tongue expertly working my most intimate places. You whispered dirty things into my ear as you guided me though each stimulation pattern, creating different oral movements in both full and half circles. The range of vibrations kept me on the edge, tempting and teasing me .When you spoke next, your voice was urgent and low, undeniably aroused by my excitement.
“I want you to come for me, birthday girl.” my moans fuelled your desire for me. You imagined me lying there, voluptuous and naked, my hand between my thighs as it continued swirling and stroking in placement of your tongue, bringing me to new peaks of pleasure. My climax was like music to your ears, lusty and unbridled. The heat between us continued to rise.