Backstory:
Packing up for a big move is always a pain. There's always that fear of something falling over and breaking or losing some important document or heaven forbid leaving something important behind. While all the boxes and tape, not to mention the time invested seemed to take its toll on us we remained much more gratified for this move then anything else. Fae and I had both been stressed to the maximum with our current job. High profile customers thousands up to millions of dollars on the line with every decision we had to make every single day is enough to drive anyone a little nuts. Add to the fact that our bosses were both greedy sweatshop running bastards the time had come for us move on. After years of being over worked and under paid with virtually no reprieve we had finally found our way out. We had both received job offers from a non affiliated company that would double our income. The best part? No high profile decisions, no one screaming at us about deadlines or deals. The only thing keeping us from a better life was a move to the big city, which was little to no consequence since we were both ready to fall apart where we were at the time.
As we continued to pack Fae paused for a moment to take a quick look at her phone. After a quick glance her content turned to disappointment.
CJ: No new messages?
Fae: No...I must not be that attractive. I sent my contact info to a couple of people but none of them have responded.
CJ: That doesn't mean your not attractive babe. It just means the quote unquote "men" you chatted don't know what a real woman is.
She was always trying to sell herself short. She always saw herself as unattractive and the opinions of close friends made little difference to her perspective. Truthfully she was a Muse of beauty and eroticism from the short hair and bookworm glasses she wore to the cute little lips on her face. With mouthwatering hips and an amazing set of tits she undersold everything about her wonderful body to herself. Yet even more attractive was the bedroom attitude she carried. Fae was an AMAZING lover. As a man I keep as level headed about my size as possible. I'm a sound 6 inches which so I'm told is the running average. And in past love relationships I've had only a 1 or 2 complaints as opposed to multiple opportunities to complain. When having Sex with Fae her pussy was always so tight and juicy that it never really took much to get me off. She was amazing at giving head as well. So much so that it never took longer then 2 minutes to have me ready to bust. But the best thing about sex with Fae? She was a goddess. She was a complete submissive who loved it rough. Hair pulling and ******* were virtually never off the table. She did what I said when I said. The type of girl anyone who wanted to take a shot at domination could start with. Beyond that was the presence. Her hips could move in a magical manner whether they were riding my cock or they were squared to my stomach as I fucker her doggy. Her sex face was enough to make even the limpest dick around stand at attention. The innocent yet exposed look in her eye as she watched me thrust into her. The tiny pleasure filled whimpers that she would shudder after every thrust. The way she'd squint and recoil when getting closer to a climax. The tiny consecutive "yes's" that made up her pleas not to stop. The occasional fist biting in order to keep her volume under control. The way she would grasp hard and claw at the sheets practically tearing them off the bed. Her gentle taps when the pleasure was reached almost a painful point, as if to say "I can't feels so good I can't take it anymore". The way her mouth would open wide and her eyes would deadlock with mine as her orgasm flooded out of her almost as if every single one she had was a new set of bodily amazement. The way the skin of her amazing breast felt in my hands and on my tongue. Yes Fae sold her self short. And I had no intention of letting that continue.
I myself have always been a little on the freaky side of things. Threesomes, partner swaps, BDSM, toy play, none of that was news to me when Fae and I started dating. My big vice when comes to sex however, has been voyeurism and fanaticism. All the freaky things I've done with myself and others never could get my motor running quite like watching 2 people get down and dirty in the nastiest way possible. Knowing that one of them was my girlfriend made my satisfaction even more hotter. Truthfully I've never fully understood why watching or even just knowing that my partner is pleasuring or being pleasured by another rocks my world as hard as it does. There's just something about that view, that envisioning thought, that brings me to my knees in ******* so hard, and the nastier the better.
When Fae and I met she definitely carried herself different from other women. While she showed some shy reserved sides to her personality I could see a couple of traits that lead me to the realization that she was a closet freak. She got along very well with men. Truthfully in a group of 6 men and herself she always the quickest to a dirty joke or sexual innuendo. She was introverted yet somehow outgoing at the same time. How I got so lucky to find a woman I could sync with so sexually I still don't know, I'm just glad it worked out like it did. As our relationship developed I was honest with her about all the dark details of my past sexual escapades, and in return she was honest with me about hers. From our conversations I saw an incredible amount of potential as a voyeur. She was by no means in-experienced but there was so much room and potential desire for to grow as a hyper-sexual person. Through patience and communication she was able to push some of the harder boundaries to break. While on trip out of state for a long time friends birthday party she was able to remain playful enough to give one of the bartenders a blowjob in the parking lot of the party. She felt a strong sense of guilt over everything having never engaged in any sexual activity with someone other then her boyfriend before. I quickly attacked the feeling by re-enforcing that I was proud she was able to explore the feeling and get the experience, that I was in no way hurt or disappointed by her act but rather I was extremely aroused by the fact that she managed to push her own limitations and go through with everything. Eventually she did show some feeling of excitement and general adult fun in the experience she had. Needless to say we were both rewarded that night.
CJ: I wouldn't sweat it too much babe, We're moving on with things. It should be MUCH easier to get things going once we move to the city.
Fae: I'd like to think so I just don't know if the move is really going to change anything.
I wrapped my hands around her sexy waist and whispered slowly to her as I teased the lining of her ears and neck with my tongue and breath. "Well babe..." I said as I continued to make her skin tingle with sexual tension, "We're moving to the big city soon, and I'm sure..." I paused briefly to allow room for her head to tilt back. "There will be plenty of bigger and better things to do..." She shuddered as I glided my finger around the waste of her jeans teasing the thought of slipping under them, "when we move."
Fae (Whimper): oh...yes....
CJ: Yes what?
Fae: Yes...Master
In a quick little move I grabbed her hair pulling her head back quickly kissing her on the cheek.
CJ: Lets finish packing so we can get the hell out of here
My tease was completely intended to invoke her sense of lust and instill the confidence she needed not to give up. Little did I know that soon in the future there would certainly and most definitely be bigger and better things, in the big city.
Packing up for a big move is always a pain. There's always that fear of something falling over and breaking or losing some important document or heaven forbid leaving something important behind. While all the boxes and tape, not to mention the time invested seemed to take its toll on us we remained much more gratified for this move then anything else. Fae and I had both been stressed to the maximum with our current job. High profile customers thousands up to millions of dollars on the line with every decision we had to make every single day is enough to drive anyone a little nuts. Add to the fact that our bosses were both greedy sweatshop running bastards the time had come for us move on. After years of being over worked and under paid with virtually no reprieve we had finally found our way out. We had both received job offers from a non affiliated company that would double our income. The best part? No high profile decisions, no one screaming at us about deadlines or deals. The only thing keeping us from a better life was a move to the big city, which was little to no consequence since we were both ready to fall apart where we were at the time.
As we continued to pack Fae paused for a moment to take a quick look at her phone. After a quick glance her content turned to disappointment.
CJ: No new messages?
Fae: No...I must not be that attractive. I sent my contact info to a couple of people but none of them have responded.
CJ: That doesn't mean your not attractive babe. It just means the quote unquote "men" you chatted don't know what a real woman is.
She was always trying to sell herself short. She always saw herself as unattractive and the opinions of close friends made little difference to her perspective. Truthfully she was a Muse of beauty and eroticism from the short hair and bookworm glasses she wore to the cute little lips on her face. With mouthwatering hips and an amazing set of tits she undersold everything about her wonderful body to herself. Yet even more attractive was the bedroom attitude she carried. Fae was an AMAZING lover. As a man I keep as level headed about my size as possible. I'm a sound 6 inches which so I'm told is the running average. And in past love relationships I've had only a 1 or 2 complaints as opposed to multiple opportunities to complain. When having Sex with Fae her pussy was always so tight and juicy that it never really took much to get me off. She was amazing at giving head as well. So much so that it never took longer then 2 minutes to have me ready to bust. But the best thing about sex with Fae? She was a goddess. She was a complete submissive who loved it rough. Hair pulling and ******* were virtually never off the table. She did what I said when I said. The type of girl anyone who wanted to take a shot at domination could start with. Beyond that was the presence. Her hips could move in a magical manner whether they were riding my cock or they were squared to my stomach as I fucker her doggy. Her sex face was enough to make even the limpest dick around stand at attention. The innocent yet exposed look in her eye as she watched me thrust into her. The tiny pleasure filled whimpers that she would shudder after every thrust. The way she'd squint and recoil when getting closer to a climax. The tiny consecutive "yes's" that made up her pleas not to stop. The occasional fist biting in order to keep her volume under control. The way she would grasp hard and claw at the sheets practically tearing them off the bed. Her gentle taps when the pleasure was reached almost a painful point, as if to say "I can't feels so good I can't take it anymore". The way her mouth would open wide and her eyes would deadlock with mine as her orgasm flooded out of her almost as if every single one she had was a new set of bodily amazement. The way the skin of her amazing breast felt in my hands and on my tongue. Yes Fae sold her self short. And I had no intention of letting that continue.
I myself have always been a little on the freaky side of things. Threesomes, partner swaps, BDSM, toy play, none of that was news to me when Fae and I started dating. My big vice when comes to sex however, has been voyeurism and fanaticism. All the freaky things I've done with myself and others never could get my motor running quite like watching 2 people get down and dirty in the nastiest way possible. Knowing that one of them was my girlfriend made my satisfaction even more hotter. Truthfully I've never fully understood why watching or even just knowing that my partner is pleasuring or being pleasured by another rocks my world as hard as it does. There's just something about that view, that envisioning thought, that brings me to my knees in ******* so hard, and the nastier the better.
When Fae and I met she definitely carried herself different from other women. While she showed some shy reserved sides to her personality I could see a couple of traits that lead me to the realization that she was a closet freak. She got along very well with men. Truthfully in a group of 6 men and herself she always the quickest to a dirty joke or sexual innuendo. She was introverted yet somehow outgoing at the same time. How I got so lucky to find a woman I could sync with so sexually I still don't know, I'm just glad it worked out like it did. As our relationship developed I was honest with her about all the dark details of my past sexual escapades, and in return she was honest with me about hers. From our conversations I saw an incredible amount of potential as a voyeur. She was by no means in-experienced but there was so much room and potential desire for to grow as a hyper-sexual person. Through patience and communication she was able to push some of the harder boundaries to break. While on trip out of state for a long time friends birthday party she was able to remain playful enough to give one of the bartenders a blowjob in the parking lot of the party. She felt a strong sense of guilt over everything having never engaged in any sexual activity with someone other then her boyfriend before. I quickly attacked the feeling by re-enforcing that I was proud she was able to explore the feeling and get the experience, that I was in no way hurt or disappointed by her act but rather I was extremely aroused by the fact that she managed to push her own limitations and go through with everything. Eventually she did show some feeling of excitement and general adult fun in the experience she had. Needless to say we were both rewarded that night.
CJ: I wouldn't sweat it too much babe, We're moving on with things. It should be MUCH easier to get things going once we move to the city.
Fae: I'd like to think so I just don't know if the move is really going to change anything.
I wrapped my hands around her sexy waist and whispered slowly to her as I teased the lining of her ears and neck with my tongue and breath. "Well babe..." I said as I continued to make her skin tingle with sexual tension, "We're moving to the big city soon, and I'm sure..." I paused briefly to allow room for her head to tilt back. "There will be plenty of bigger and better things to do..." She shuddered as I glided my finger around the waste of her jeans teasing the thought of slipping under them, "when we move."
Fae (Whimper): oh...yes....
CJ: Yes what?
Fae: Yes...Master
In a quick little move I grabbed her hair pulling her head back quickly kissing her on the cheek.
CJ: Lets finish packing so we can get the hell out of here
My tease was completely intended to invoke her sense of lust and instill the confidence she needed not to give up. Little did I know that soon in the future there would certainly and most definitely be bigger and better things, in the big city.
