Hand job

She likes to play with my dick, hands slick with lubricant, my cock glistening between her clasped fingers. Part of the pleasure of coming this way is her enjoyment of having me between her hands, aching to come.

In the big bed, in her small flat I told her while she stroked me what I was thinking about: The view I had just had a little earlier, taking her from behind, stroking her tanned buttocks and gently holding a thick flesh-coloured butt plug in place while I fucked her, picking up the pace as she ground against me...

This is what brought me to orgasm. Just as pleasurable as the feeling of her hands around my cock, I imagined the soft curves of her ass, the way her pussy stretched around my cock, the quiet intensity of her orgasm when she sat on top of me, grinding away, whispering about how full she felt, back and front.

I came thinking about what had just happened.

"I'm thinking about fucking you..." I leaned back into the pillows, giving myself over to her.

She smiled, not saying anything, pumping my cock harder, wanting to see the white strands of my cum spill over her fingers.

50 words: Scream for the neighbours

From the knot above her pubis I split the strands of rope between her legs, pulling her buttocks apart. Once her hands were securely tied, she helpless on her back, I worked her over with the vibrator until its blunt head rested on the knot. She came. The ropes held.