Post-Resolution, Hungry Desires

17 hours ago

The day after the New Year, a lingering restlessness clung to me, a testament to the diluted joy of the previous evening. Raj returned home, weary from his work, and we settled onto the couch, a comfortable silence falling between us as he recounted his day. The subtle tension radiating from him, a clear desire simmering beneath the surface, was undeniable. It was a familiar dance, this unspoken yearning, yet tonight, it felt particularly potent.

As he took his phone call, I slipped into the bedroom, seeking refuge in the soft cotton of my dressing gown. A low-cut black dress, daringly short in the front and slightly longer in the back, hung in my closet, a silent invitation to indulge my desires. I quickly shed my panties, replacing them with sleek black heels, and spritzed a potent perfume onto my skin, completing my transformation into a creature of pure anticipation.

The drive to dinner was filled with playful touches and lingering glances. We always found solace in each other's company, a shared understanding of our mutual needs. After a lavish meal, we returned home, the television flickering silently in the background. As we approached the bedroom, my senses heightened, a nervous energy thrumming through me. I desperately wanted to break the monotony, to ignite the fire between us.

I deliberately dropped the car key, forcing myself to bend down and retrieve it, my movements slow and deliberate. The act felt strangely bold, a calculated invitation to him. As we passed the hallway mirror, my reflection met his gaze – a direct, unwavering stare focused solely on my rear. This was my moment, a carefully orchestrated display designed to pique his interest. With a mischievous grin, I continued walking, letting the hem of my dress graze my legs, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath.

Raj's reaction was immediate and visceral. His confusion quickly morphed into a frustrated rage, a clear indication that my actions had not met his expectations. "So, this is the DVD for... Raj, STOP! What are you doing?" His voice was laced with disbelief, a desperate plea for order in the chaos I had unleashed.

He swiftly pulled me onto the couch in the corner of the bedroom, his grip firm but possessive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, and began to kiss me with a fervent intensity, an attempt to reclaim control. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, a reflection of the deep desire he held for me. He wanted to break free from the restraint, to lose himself in the pleasure of my touch.

After the initial burst of passion, he removed my dress, leaving me exposed beneath a waist-high pair of stockings and a luxurious black bra. The weight of the fabric felt both restrictive and inviting, a tangible reminder of my vulnerability. My large breasts, perfectly sculpted by nature, hung heavy, awaiting his eager hands. He immediately reached out, removing one strap and running his tongue over my nipple, teasing and stimulating until I could bear it no longer. I moaned, a desperate plea for release, my body trembling with anticipation. Looking down at my own body, I felt as if my very essence was about to explode.

“Do you like this, Alia? Do you enjoy teasing my cock?” Raj’s voice was low and husky, dripping with a possessive need. He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer, and placed my stomach down on the wooden desk, my ass lifted high in the air. Five spanks followed in rapid succession, each one sending a shockwave through my body, intensifying my lust. My moans grew louder, a desperate symphony of pleasure and agony. The thickness of his member, already saturated with seminal fluid, pressed against my flesh, a constant reminder of the power dynamic at play.

Raj, now recognizing the potential for domination, voiced his desire: “Alia, it’s fine for me if you can be the dominatrix for some time.” He looked at me with a mixture of anticipation and challenge.

Slowly, I rose from the table, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate movements. “You are too sweet, Raj. You aren’t turned off by anal/saliva play and the likes, are you?” My voice dripped with a dangerous allure, testing the boundaries of his desires.

“Not at all, in fact, I would love it,” Raj replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The thought of submitting to my will, of allowing me to explore his darkest fantasies, ignited a primal fire within him.

By the time I had stripped him completely down, I was left in my black heels, my voluptuous ass on full display. As I led him to the bed, my movements were slow and sensual, designed to heighten his anticipation. He lay back on his back, vulnerable and exposed, and I climbed onto his chest, claiming my rightful place.

“Alia, you look so sexy. I feel like burying my face in your boobs and sucking your little tits.” The words were spoken with an almost childlike longing, a desperate plea for physical connection.

I obliged, allowing him to indulge his desires. For the next few minutes, he licked and sucked on my breasts, his tongue exploring every curve and indentation. I squirmed with pleasure, relishing in the sensation. "Come on, baby, suck them deep!" I urged, letting out soft moans and biting my lower lip in anticipation.

"I am your slave now, Alia," Raj declared in a submissive tone, a complete surrender to my will.

I took my right thumb and ran it over my moist tongue, looking at him seductively. Then, I took my wet thumb and began rubbing it on his nostrils. “You like it, Raj?” I asked, moistening my lips.

“Yes, I love it. Give me more,” Raj responded, his gaze locked on my wet lips, lost in the intoxicating sensation.

I then gave deep and wet kisses on Raj's nose and lips, drawing him deeper into my world of pleasure. Finally, I applied some of my saliva inside my ass crack and slowly turned around, performing a facesitting on Raj. The smell of my saliva-soaked flesh filled his nostrils, a potent invitation to further exploration. As he took his fingers and began to rub my cock, I could feel the throbbing sensation spreading through my body.

Raj, recognizing the potency of my dominance, felt the need to step up his game. "Alia, it’s fine for me if you can be the dominatrix for some time.” He stated firmly, giving me the green light to continue my reign.

I slowly rose from the table, unbuttoning Raj’s shirt. "You are too sweet, Raj. You aren't turned off by anal/saliva play and the likes, are you?" My voice dripped with a dangerous allure, testing the boundaries of his desires.

By the time I had managed to strip Raj down to his underwear, I was left in my black heels, my voluptuous ass on full display. I slowly led him to the bed and made him lie down on his back, while I climbed on top of him.

“Alia, you look so sexy. I feel like burying my face in your breasts and sucking your little tits.” The words were spoken with an almost childlike longing, a desperate plea for physical connection.

“I am your slave now, Alia,” Raj declared in a submissive tone, a complete surrender to my will.

I took my right thumb and ran it over my moist tongue, looking at him seductively. Then, I took my wet thumb and began rubbing it on his nostrils. “You like it, Raj?” I asked, moistening my lips.

“Yes, I love it. Give me more,” Raj responded, his gaze locked on my wet lips, lost in the intoxicating sensation.

I then gave deep and wet kisses on Raj’s nose and lips, drawing him deeper into my world of pleasure. Finally, I applied some of my saliva inside my ass crack and slowly turned around, performing a facesitting on Raj. The smell of my saliva-soaked flesh filled his nostrils, a potent invitation to further exploration. As he took his fingers and began to rub my cock, I could feel the throbbing sensation spreading through my body.

Raj, recognizing the potency of my dominance, felt the need to step up his game. “Alia, it’s fine for me if you can be the dominatrix for some time.” He stated firmly, giving me the green light to continue my reign.

As I got up from the table, unbuttoning Raj’s shirt with deliberate movements, I continued my seductive display. “You are too sweet, Raj. You aren’t turned off by anal/saliva play and the likes, are you?” My voice dripped with a dangerous allure, testing the boundaries of his desires.

By the time I had stripped Raj down to his underwear, I was left in my black heels, my voluptuous ass on full display. As I led him to the bed and made him lie down on his back, I felt a surge of power and control.

“I am your slave now, Alia,” Raj declared in a submissive tone, a complete surrender to my will.

I took my right thumb and ran it over my moist tongue, looking at him seductively. Then, I took my wet thumb and began rubbing it on his nostrils. “You like it, Raj?” I asked, moistening my lips.

“Yes, I love it. Give me more,” Raj responded, his gaze locked on my wet lips, lost in the intoxicating sensation.

As I rose from the table, unbuttoning Raj’s shirt with deliberate movements, I continued my seductive display. “You are too sweet, Raj. You aren’t turned off by anal/saliva play and the likes, are you?” My voice dripped with a dangerous allure, testing the boundaries of his desires.