A Girl

As my slave wants are met, I find I want things that are, less slave like. Ones that are somewhat outside of what it is that I do here. Something that is offered to me, but not guaranteed or promised. Wants that find me daydreaming or thinking of memories past. Wants that pull at something in my chest as well as my cunt.

I want sex.

With a girl.

While my bisexual activity is controlled by Sir. When there is someone with whom to engage in it with, Sir usually put very few restrictions on it. The perks of being a good girl, I guess. I have had some sexual experiences with girls that keep me up at night thinking about it. Beautiful warm soft flesh. I am often more the aggressor when it comes to girl on girl sex, even before D/s. I have never had another girl take control and really fuck me. Most of the girl sex I have doesn't involve me getting orgasms. Most, not all. My pleasure often comes in the exploration of them.

Touching the soft beautiful skin. The rounded flesh and delicious curves that are just not offered by a man. Kisses softer than the the flesh and the sweet sexy smell of girl. It's intoxicating and fuels a different fire in me. So I find myself wanting lately. Wanting those kisses. Craving that flesh. Dreaming of the sweet scent of a girl who is wanting, just like I am. To press my fingers into her cunt and feel from the inside. Kissing her and pulling her energy. Feel her hands around my body, pulling me closer while she grinds her cunt against me.

The uneven breath and desperate whimpers that make me want to kiss her harder as if to inhale her need. Her cunt pulsing as I press and rub against her g-spot and grind my palm against her clit. "Shhhh baby, come for me," and she moans and grinds and pleads. Moving her body against mine. Frenzied and drunk in those delicious moments just before it happens. Take her breast into my mouth, and suck, gently bite on her nipples. And then she climaxes. Her back arches, her head throws, her body trembles. She peaks and descends, slowly- and then comes again. delicious and surrendered.

And then we lay. The air thick with sweat and fuck. Kissing. Laughing. Talking. Caressing her skin, noting the way it feels warmer, softer. Breathing with her, in and out- connecting. It's beautiful and sexy. Almost magical.

I'm wanting it. Waiting for it.

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