Guilty Pleasures 2

WHAT I SEE vs WHAT YOU SEE

After a long day at work, she liked to smoke. It wasn’t something she indulged in whilst at there because she didn’t like the smell that it left on her clothes. Plus, as she wasn’t a heavy smoker, it was a pleasure that she liked to delight in, in a more relaxed setting.

Sometimes she liked to sit and take a pull of the ever so intoxicating shisha. Holding it in long enough to allow the vapours to make their way in, deep enough to make her recline in her seat and close her eyes to think of other pleasures that could give her the same feeling both inside and out. She parted her lips ever so slightly, in the same way she would as if she was being taken from behind, catching the distant sound of a gasp as she exhaled.

Slowly, her eyes opened to allow the smile…

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Guilty Pleasures

She sat naked with the soap suds covering her modesty as the steam from the bath rose creating a dancing fog in the room; this creating the perfect ambience to embrace herself.

Eyes closed, she sat with her head tilted back. As one hand caressed the back of her neck, the other slowly made it’s way down – as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation – brushing over her hardened nipples, making her arch her back just a little.

Her body glistened with goose pimples and perspiration as if the room was cold but the room wasn’t in the least.

Her hand reached the top of her gift. The excitement she was feeling intensified as she realised what was to come. She giggled to herself as her hand that was once around her neck was now moving it’s fingers to her lips for her to suck whilst her other hand played with it’s present and made her arch her back a little bit more than the last…..

Guilty Pleasures 2

After a long day at work, she liked to smoke. It wasn’t something she indulged in whilst there because she didn’t like the smell that it left on her clothes. Plus, as she wasn’t a heavy smoker, it was a pleasure that she liked to delight in, in a more relaxed setting. 

Sometimes she liked to sit and take a pull of the ever so intoxicating shisha. Holding it in long enough to allow the vapours to make their way in, deep enough to make her recline in her seat and close her eyes to think of other pleasures that could give her the same feeling both inside and out. She parted her lips ever so slightly, in the same way she would as if she was being taken from behind, catching the distant sound of a gasp as she exhaled.

Slowly, her eyes opened to allow the smile she had felt build inside, make an appearance on her face. 

The first pull was the only one that could make her feel that way, so she patiently waited for that moment and the many more that would follow when she experienced it again in other ways.

Puff puff pass 💨💨💨