Worship My Bum
The music washing over me felt soft and cool, but knowing what you were planning to afford me, it was very unlike the blood in my veins that had steadily risen to an inferno like temperature. From your vantage point on the sofa opposite my armchair, I could see you gazing at me in sheer, unbridled lust, and I loved it.I shuffled to the edge, then draped my legs over the two high sided arms so my bum was hanging mid-air over the lip of the fabric. I knew exactly what I was doing as I started to...
Fetish