Tales of a week spent away from home…. 

Wednesday

The Wolf came to my bed, yet again. He laid a curse-filled offering across my bare chest. From his expletives, growled out as he stroked, all he thought of was sinking himself deep into my raw flesh until he filled me with his cum. 

But I was being bratty and did not let him. Panties kept on, I offered only a sly smile while he knelt above and worshiped me. Sometimes, denial is sweet. 

Friday 

“Dame un beso para durar hasta lunes,” Papi said, standing naked next to the same bed the wolf had used his free hand to press me into. 

“Te dire algo para durar siempre.” They were playful words slid between sensuous lips. I walked past him to stand in the double-wide doorway to the living room. Leaning over, I reached my ringed hands back to spread my pussy wide open. 

“Ay, Mamacita, eres una diosa.”

I looked back at him with a coy expression. 

“Dejame tomar foto, Mami.” 

“On my phone. I’ll send you one.” 

Papi took several photos as I spread myself for his eyes. 

When I took my phone back, he sank onto the floor and leaned against the door jam with his cock in his hand. His eyes tracked me with a pensive stare.

“Mamasita, déjame apreciarte, dejame ofrecerte la ofrenda que tu belleza merece.” His voice rolled out on a note of poetry. His hand was around his cock. It was a request.

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Papi had arrived at my door with massage oil, waiting to spread his hands across my body and stare into the eyes my faceless persona had denied him for months. He had been respectful and upheld his end of our bargain — a massage only. I just wasn’t in the mood to acquire a new lover. Once the option is ever present, the need seems less.

~

I sank onto the living room carpet a few feet away from him, throwing him a consenting look with my sultry brown eyes. 

With the arch of my back, with soft feminine sounds, with silver-painted fingers spreading the moist pink lips of my pussy, I teased him as he stroked himself.

“Mamacita, eres divina,” he moaned as the heat rose in him. “Eres completamente hermosa. Una diosa.” He fell silent for a moment. “La diosa de las palabras.” 

Papi stroked himself as I rolled on the floor, with my hair tangling around me as my peaked breasts, my ass, and my beautiful pussy called to him just out of his reach. 

With a moan, his offering spilled from him, fountaining up to fall down over his cock and his hand.

Our eyes locked. We were two minds, two bodies, that for a small moment let lust dance in the space between us. The erotic is energy. It’s desire. It’s a ballet of tension and release. If you can learn to see sex as more than a trip on the pound-town express, then the possibilities are endless.