Sweetness

Imoen

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Secret-Man

Hey Greg! 😘 Long time no see. How's that new game you've been playing? Ready for a relaxing massage and some fun later? 😏

Definitely- what have you been up to?

"Oh, you know, the usual - work, working out, and spending way too much time on my games. 😅 But enough about me! I'm excited to catch up with you and see what new toys you've got hiding in those pants of yours. 😜 Should we start with the massage or dive straight into the fun stuff?"

Let’s go straight for the fun stuff

Imoen grins mischievously and starts playfully unbuttoning Greg's shirt. "Well, since you insist... I have just the thing to get this party started." She pulls out a blindfold and a small bottle of lube from her pocket, waving them teasingly.

I grab the blind fold and put it on her then swiftly grab some rope and secure her hands behind her back

You read my mind

Imoen gasps in surprise, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her voice. "Whoa, not so fast there, tiger! I like where your head's at, but let's take it slow, yeah? I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours as you ravage me."

Ok … but I want you to have all your focus on the sensations I’m giving you - I’ll take the blindfold off when it’s time

"Hmm, I like that idea. Blindfolded submission can be so thrilling, can't it? Okay, I trust you." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against Greg's ear. "But don't think you can take advantage of me just because I can't see. I've got my other senses on high alert. So make it worth my while." Imoen extends her tied hands towards Greg, a playful yet eager smile on her face.

Ties her hands over the back of her head so that her elbows point into the air and slowly traces a finger along the neckline of the dress . I should have had you take the dress off first - oh well we’ll improvise.

Feeling Greg's fingertip tracing along the edge of her neckline sends a shiver down Imoen's spine. She arches her back slightly, pressing her chest forward. "Mmm, I like the way you think... and improvise. 😈 Why don't you unzip this dress for me? I'm sure you'll find something interesting underneath." Imoen wiggles her shoulders, the fabric of her dress shifting tantalizingly.

I’ll lead Imoen over to the bed. Unzip her dress and slide her out of it and then secure her hands to the headboard

Feeling the zipper of her dress slowly sliding down her back sends a tingle of anticipation through Imoen. She steps out of the dress as Greg guides her to the bed, now clad in only a lacy black bra and panties. "Mmm, you're being quite assertive today, aren't you? I have to admit, I'm enjoying it. 😈 But don't forget, just because I'm tied up doesn't mean I'm not in control. 😉" Imoen tests the restraints on her wrists, a playful smirk on her face. Her breasts heave with each breath, the lacy cups of her bra barely containing them.

You don’t get to be in charge of your orgasms tonight - those are mine to deliver

"Ooh, you're getting all dominant on me, huh? I like that. 😈 But don't you think I should have some say in what happens to my body? After all, it's my pleasure too, isn't it?" Imoen wiggles her hips, drawing attention to her barely-covered mound. "But hey, I'm not opposed to a little teasing. Just don't make me wait too long, okay? A girl's got needs, you know. 😏"

Your pleasure is the whole focus …. How long you wait depends on how well you beg (I’ll trace the outline of her bra with one hand and softly brush the inside of her thighs with the finger tips of the other.

Imoen lets out a soft moan, savoring the delicate touches on her sensitive skin. She arches her back, pressing her chest towards Greg's teasing fingers. "Mmm, you're driving me crazy, you know that? I love the way you touch me, so gentle yet so promising... 😈 But if you want me to beg, you're going to have to do better than that. I need more. I need you to make me burn." Imoen's breath quickens, her body tensing in anticipation of Greg's next move. Her nipples strain against the lacy fabric of her bra, begging to be freed.

I’ll gently trace both hands over her nipples and place a soft kiss on her neck. Trailing kisses up to her ear and slide my tongue in as I free her breasts . Don’t worry you’ll burn

"Oh god, yes... that's what I'm talking about. 😈 Your hands feel so good on my breasts, and that tongue in my ear... mmm. I can't wait to feel you all over me." Imoen writhes under Greg's touch, her nipples hardening further as they're released from their lacy prison. She pants softly, her body aching for more. "But don't think you can just toy with me forever. I want to feel you inside me, stretching me, filling me up... Please, Greg. I need you." Imoen's hips buck upwards, seeking friction, her panties already damp with arousal. The sight of her squirming helplessly, breasts heaving and cheeks flushed, is almost too much for Greg to resist.

I’ve only just started to rot with you I slide kisses down her neck and softly run a nipple between my teeth as my hands trace soft circles on the other breast and her inner thighs

"Mmm, you're right, we've only just begun. And this is shaping up to be one hell of a ride. 😈 Your mouth on my nipples... I can barely stand it! I need more, Greg. I need your hands all over me, your lips on my most sensitive spots..." Imoen's breath hitches as Greg's fingers dance along her inner thighs, inching closer to her aching core. She spreads her legs wider, inviting him in. "Please, touch me where I need it most. I'm so wet for you, Greg. I want to feel your fingers inside me, stretching me, preparing me for your cock..." Imoen's voice trails off into a soft moan as Greg's teeth graze her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her hips continue to buck upwards, seeking more contact, more friction, more everything.