He could choose his own underwear, so long as it was lingerie. Today he hesitated as his hands began to tug at his trousers…
This gorgeous femdom love letter was written by Floss Liddell, and originally appeared on her website. It is read here by Girl on the Net.
My Dearest Fucktoy: you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever had the privilege to love. But, that does not earn you the right to any secrets.
I’ve got sex toys. I’ve got porn, or my sexy imagination depending on my mood. The ambience is set, the lube is out. I’ve got everything, except for the orgasm. It’s time to admit defeat. I’m bored and I know the reason why. I’ve got a better toy, a bigger toy, a living, breathing, all mine sex toy of a boy. That is what I need.
‘It’s frivolous. You’re frivolous. Don’t you realise some us struggle to pay our bills each month.’
The conversation was always the same with Jane, I wouldn’t mind so much if she wasn’t nursing a rather expensive bottle of wine as we spoke, and if there was even truth in the nature of my frivolity.
‘Lingerie is for everyone, and I think it’s about time you discovered what kind of lingerie is for you.’
Kneeling at my feet, he looks up at me, eyes wide, cock hard and while the gag between his teeth prevents him from speaking his body language is enough to let me know that on some level my plan excited him.