A better to give, than receive piece.

But fun to plant a seed of a filthy idea, water it, walk away and know you will come back to see how it blossomed.

I love telling him how my hands touch him, caress his skin, turn my fingers inwards and drag my nails over his chest, over his stomach to his waistband knowing he is already squirming, feeling that touch even though I am miles away from him.

I love the thought that his cock is already stiffening at the changed tone of my voice, and that he knows what this tone means.

This is not longer just a conversation of “what did you do today” but that this is the start and only I know where and when it will finish, but usually with me telling him what a good boy he is between gasping for air as the tingle from my cunt spreads after I cum, knowing his cock is now limp and sticky after he came for me.

Dominance was not something I had majorly thought about, it was in the background somewhere for sure, that I will happily admit to, but I guess you just have to find the right person to allow you to express it fully, and this man is mine and for this (and many other reasons) I love him deeply.

I remember he asks me if I was a phone sex pro after the first couple of times and after I stopped laughing I figured I just have a talent for it, English you see, clever words and filthy minds.

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but they never tell you how short that time period can be……

and how much they will need a bath when they get back …….

But when you are the “grown up”…………..

sometimes you can get into sticky situations…………….

“j’erre les routes de la passion, recueillant des contes d’amour sauvage”

in my profile meant and I came up with a simple two word description which seems to fit it well……….

“Friction Fiction”

There is something very arousing  for me about a man who is prepared to  wait,  not  demand, not snatch and let me take my time, savouring each every inch of him, letting me watch what I can create with a mere touch, as my hands, lips and sex do worship to his form.

Now everyone know how proud men can be of their erections, whether flesh or bricks, so when I was shown around a new build in SL, well, my imagination wandered away……..

I wonder if he ever did plant that tree?

There is something in my soul that draws me to poles. something about the motion, the attention, gives me such pleasure.

I started off as a dancer at Club Vixens back when they were on the mainland (if you go to SL go check out their volcano island home). Dancing and chatting with guests at events wasn’t really my bag, but the private dance area downstairs was my domain.

I guess my ego enjoyed the change of focus.

Upstairs was very formal, you chatted to guests pandered to their interests in the hope they may like you enough to slip a few lindens into your hand as they left with a promise they would dance with you again next time. (btw always tips even if it is a few lindens merely for our time).

Downstairs they came to see me, to sit at my table in lust and in a few ocassions love with the girl dancing on top of it.

Watching my motion, my form, my passion.

You can see why a girl would get addicted.

“Hallway” came from a different club, as if you are not a employed dancer finding poles that are available for all folks to use is tricky, the management tend to ask you to get down, the girls, who see you as competition for those linden tips can be much more creative with how they voice their request for you to leave.

I think this was from a club called “Pimps N Hos” (classy name huh) walls plastered with pictures of rappers, a shed of a place (my thoughts of club builds will come later) and “camping” dance poles (camping is where you sit or dance and the owners of the place drip feed you lindens to increase their traffic stats) so free to use by all.

I had started writing my encounters into stories, encounters mostly generated with my little “fuckmuse” Dallas, never have I meet a boy so pleased to be dragged off for the benefits of literature

This time he got a lap dance first and then, well, my lust got the better of me……