(Beware: Erotic/fetish themed post.)
She wears her tiny pleated skirt, exposing Her tan, athletic body. He slowly peels down her thong, exposing her trim bush to the open air. Though, of course, leaving her tiny pleated skirt on. He almost fumbles around as he quickly pulls down his pants, his large throbbing erection already at full staff. She pants in anticipation.
Bending her over, he takes her from behind, thrusting and probing into her hot, sexy tan body. All senses alive, he can smell the sweat of her body, feel her tightness as he pushes in deeper. The hem of her short polyester skirt brushes his knees and abdomen as his cock penetrates her bare buttocks. Soon both of their bodies are rocking in unison. Pure animal lust, every nerve alive with pleasure, he had wanted so bad to take her like this. She moans, screams in pleasure. She climaxes, her body shaking, pushing back into him, every sphincter convulsing, every sense alive. But he is not done. His lust is not yet satisfied, but yet the wet, tighness of her body and the feral lust eventually becomes too much and he feels the pressure in his loins build to a climax. Finally he lets to, into her, glorious spurt after glorious spurt, lathering her with his juices, groaning with the ecstasy of his release. His spunk drips off of her violated rear onto her tiny skirt, which of course will need to be washed. Then, they switch positions, Her riding on top, bucking like a cowboy as she rocks him, letting out a second orgasm, then a third, but he keeps going, after what seems like an eternity he once again lets go inside her. Both of them collapse in each others arms, their animal lusts satisfied.
But such is not my fate.
Maybe I am there, tied up spread-eagled in the corner with a blindfold. Maybe I am tied down in the bathroom, in the next room over. Hearing Her delicious release is a torment to me, but that is part of what makes it so deliciously enjoyable for Her. Maybe I'm not even there at all. I will probably have the honor of washing her soiled skirt, and the bed sheets, in the laundry. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I will earn the privilege of cleaning them both, orally servicing both Her and Her lover, after they are done. And maybe, if I am an especially good sub, I will earn my reward, too. And oh, how delicious and delightful that reward will be. Meanwhile I live vicariously through him, imagining myself in his place, longing to unload my long pent-up seed into her, but of course, I cannot. That is not my place. Such is NOT the fate of Her sub. Instead, I smile with pleasure, as I know she is satisfied.
Because it is better to give than receive, better to see my lover satisfied than to satisfy myself, better to be attentive to Her needs than to mine. And what we share together is a bond that is so much stronger than she ever shares with whoever her plaything is for the night. We laugh together, cuddle together, share memories, sit on the hillside and watch the sun go down and hold hands. She smiles at every thoughtful gift, every sweet gesture. She teaches me to be a better person, wiser, more thoughtful, kinder and more patient. And I cherish every moment I am with Her, both by Her side and at Her feet.
Simple animal lust? I am so much more than that to Her, and She is to me. Loving her, and serving her satisfies me in so many ways beyond that. While I can live vicariously through Her lovers, I do not regret what I have given up to be with Her.