We were sat upon the sofa tonight once the children were in bed. My legs, donned in thigh high stockings with frills and bows, lay across his as he gently tickled me which is pretty standard when we sit together. As always he was whirling my pony tail gently around in his hands as we spoke about the day.
I don't notice the tone change and gasp pathetically when he pulls my head back using my hair, kissing from my neck up to my lips. He bites my bottom lip at the same time as he squeezes my breast hard, provoking another high pitched yelp.
"That's enough for now" he says, letting go and leaving me to my arousal. He plays gently with my pony tail again, picking up the previous conversation where we left off as if nothing had happened. His other hand brushed across my naked shoulder and down my side, avoiding my breast and going straight to my waste. I internally pray that he will take my nipple in between his thumb and finger and pinch mercilessly. He doesn't.
Remember that it's not about you. You are here for his pleasure and only his.
