I rather like being spanked, but on MY terms.
Oh, how very bratty of me!
Don't swat me with implements.
Or while fucking me.
Well, unless that turns you on.
I love when it turns you on.
No paddles, no crops, no canes.
I want to feel your hand on my flesh.
I'm not unfair after all.
I'm just not very good at being good.
I'm a very. naughty. girl.
Oh, I TRY to be good. And sometimes I succeed.
Like when I am sucking your cock.
You tell me I am soooooooooo good.
That I suck you so well, that I blow your mind. No pun intended.
And that it is SO good.
But then in another breath, you flip me over and whisper in your low growly voice about what a bad girl I am.
And why am I a bad girl? What makes me so bad after being so good -- at certain things, that is.
Oh. You're waiting for an answer!
I adjust my legs and turn my bottom just slightly to give you better access. In case you WANT to spank me, of course.
I turn my head sweetly toward you, your mouth still against my neck and I giggle slightly. You bring your head back and arch one eyebrow at me.
My pussy begins to drip.
I clear my throat and say in a throaty whisper that I am a naughty girl because....
And then I stop. Why, I can't think of ANYTHING that makes me a bad girl!
You throw back your head and laugh heartily, the easy laugh of a lover enjoying the scene he's orchestrating.
You offer me the answer. One of the answers, you clarify, as if there are too many to go through in the time allotted. I nod, trying to look as serious as I can.
You tell me what makes me so naughty is how I want it so much. How I want you to spank me and how wet it makes me when you do.
I blink, somewhat coyly.
You're right of course.
I am a very naughty girl.
And I need to be taught a lesson.
Your hand comes down on my flesh, searing it quickly.
I throw back my head and moan.
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