I never knew I had this kink until I met you, Ronnie. The thrill of being overpowered, of having no control over my own body, it’s intoxicating. And you, you’re the perfect man to play out this little fantasy of mine.
“Please, Ronnie, no,” I beg as you pin me against the wall, your strong arms caging me in. I can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it’s making me wet with anticipation.
“Shh, Janice, it’s too late for that now,” you growl, your breath hot against my ear. I shiver in delight as you trail a hand down my body, stopping just above the waistband of my pants. “You’re mine now.”
I gasp as you slip your hand under my shirt, your fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. I can feel my nipples harden under your touch, and I can’t help but arch my back, pressing my breasts into your palm.
“That’s right, Janice, show me how much you want this,” you murmur, your lips curling into a smirk. I moan as you pinch my nipple, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure.
You continue to tease me, your hands roaming over my body, touching and teasing every inch of my skin. I’m writhing beneath you, trying to get closer, trying to get more.
“Please, Ronnie, I need more,” I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Beg for it,” you command, your voice low and rough.
“Please, Ronnie, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me,” I beg, my voice dripping with desperation.
You don’t need to be asked twice. You push my pants down, your fingers tracing the line of my panties. I can feel how wet I am, and I know you can too.
“Fuck, Janice, you’re so wet,” you groan, your fingers slipping under the fabric of my panties. I moan as you find my clit, your fingers circling and teasing.
“Please, Ronnie, I need more,” I beg again, my voice shaking with need.
You don’t make me wait any longer. You pull my panties to the side and plunge your fingers inside me. I cry out as you fill me, my body trembling with pleasure.
You start to move your fingers, fucking me with your hand. It’s not enough, I need more. I need you.
“Please, Ronnie, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me,” I beg again, my voice barely above a whisper.
You don’t make me wait any longer. You pull your fingers out of me and replace them with your cock. I cry out as you fill me, my body trembling with pleasure.
You start to move, fucking me hard and fast. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I’m so close, I’m almost there.
“Don’t stop, Ronnie, don’t stop,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.
You don’t. You keep fucking me, your hips moving in time with mine. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I’m so close, I’m almost there.
And then, I fall. I fall over the edge, my body trembling with pleasure as I come. You follow me, your own release triggered by mine.
We stand there, panting and sweating, our bodies still intertwined. I look up at you, my eyes shining with pleasure.
“Thank you, Ronnie,” I whisper, my voice filled with gratitude.
You smile down at me, your eyes filled with love and desire.
“Anytime, Janice,” you murmur, your lips curling into a smirk. “Anytime.”
And with that, we finish our little game, our consensual non-consent fantasy played out to the fullest. But the real fun, the real pleasure, comes from knowing that this is just the beginning. That we have so many more nights like this to look forward to, so many more ways to explore each other and our desires.
So, we’ll keep playing, keep pushing each other’s buttons, keep finding new and exciting ways to make each other come. And in the end, that’s what makes this all worth it. That’s what makes this so much fun.
The thrill of the chase, the anticipation of the climax, the satisfaction of a job well done. That’s what we’re in it for, and that’s what we’ll keep coming back for, night after night, again and again.
So, here’s to us, Ronnie. Here’s to our little game, our little fantasy, our little slice of heaven. And here’s to many more nights like this, many more climaxes, many more moments of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Because in the end, that’s what it’s all about. That’s what we’re both here for. And that’s what makes this all worth it.
So, let’s keep playing, Ronnie. Let’s keep exploring each other, and let’s keep finding new and exciting ways to make each other come
I never knew I had this kink until I met you, Ronnie. The thrill of being overpowered, of having no control over my own body, it’s intoxicating. And you, you’re the perfect man to play out this little fantasy of mine.
“Please, Ronnie, no,” I beg as you pin me against the wall, your strong arms caging me in. I can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it’s making me wet with anticipation.
“Shh, Janice, it’s too late for that now,” you growl, your breath hot against my ear. I shiver in delight as you trail a hand down my body, stopping just above the waistband of my pants. “You’re mine now.”
I gasp as you slip your hand under my shirt, your fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. I can feel my nipples harden under your touch, and I can’t help but arch my back, pressing my breasts into your palm.
“That’s right, Janice, show me how much you want this,” you murmur, your lips curling into a smirk. I moan as you pinch my nipple, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure.
You continue to tease me, your hands roaming over my body, touching and teasing every inch of my skin. I’m writhing beneath you, trying to get closer, trying to get more.
“Please, Ronnie, I need more,” I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Beg for it,” you command, your voice low and rough.
“Please, Ronnie, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me,” I beg, my voice dripping with desperation.
You don’t need to be asked twice. You push my pants down, your fingers tracing the line of my panties. I can feel how wet I am, and I know you can too.
“Fuck, Janice, you’re so wet,” you groan, your fingers slipping under the fabric of my panties. I moan as you find my clit, your fingers circling and teasing.
“Please, Ronnie, I need more,” I beg again, my voice shaking with need.
You don’t make me wait any longer. You pull my panties to the side and plunge your fingers inside me. I cry out as you fill me, my body trembling with pleasure.
You start to move your fingers, fucking me with your hand. It’s not enough, I need more. I need you.
“Please, Ronnie, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me,” I beg again, my voice barely above a whisper.
You don’t make me wait any longer. You pull your fingers out of me and replace them with your cock. I cry out as you fill me, my body trembling with pleasure.
You start to move, fucking me hard and fast. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I’m so close, I’m almost there.
“Don’t stop, Ronnie, don’t stop,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.
You don’t. You keep fucking me, your hips moving in time with mine. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I’m so close, I’m almost there.
And then, I fall. I fall over the edge, my body trembling with pleasure as I come. You follow me, your own release triggered by mine.
We stand there, panting and sweating, our bodies still intertwined. I look up at you, my eyes shining with pleasure.
“Thank you, Ronnie,” I whisper, my voice filled with gratitude.
You smile down at me, your eyes filled with love and desire.
“Anytime, Janice,” you murmur, your lips curling into a smirk. “Anytime.”
And with that, we finish our little game, our consensual non-consent fantasy played out to the fullest. But the real fun, the real pleasure, comes from knowing that this is just the beginning. That we have so many more nights like this to look forward to, so many more ways to explore each other and our desires.
So, we’ll keep playing, keep pushing each other’s buttons, keep finding new and exciting ways to make each other come. And in the end, that’s what makes this all worth it. That’s what makes this so much fun.
The thrill of the chase, the anticipation of the climax, the satisfaction of a job well done. That’s what we’re in it for, and that’s what we’ll keep coming back for, night after night, again and again.
So, here’s to us, Ronnie. Here’s to our little game, our little fantasy, our little slice of heaven. And here’s to many more nights like this, many more climaxes, many more moments of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Because in the end, that’s what it’s all about. That’s what we’re both here for. And that’s what makes this all worth it.
So, let’s keep playing, Ronnie. Let’s keep exploring each other, and let’s keep finding new and exciting ways to make each other come
