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Mar 20

Kinky Boots on Fuchsia Sheets

The lovely boots for this prompt came from sub-Bee. Check out more here.

Damon’s request stunned me. Why did the room have to be frigid? I hated to be cold, but he liked to challenge me to work through it.

First, I had to replace the sheets on the bed with the ones he asked me to use, the damn fuchsia ones. I smoothed them in my hands as I walked to the bed. At least the satin finish soothed my mind, but it provided no clue to his plan.

Second, he wanted me naked on the sheets wearing those kinky boots with the temperature in arctic ranges.

My me time started as I put on saxophone jazz and lit incense. That’s what I did before Damon arrived, I created a sexy time routine.

Today, I dragged the wooden chair to the full-length mirror. After I dug out the kinky boots from the back of the closet, I deposited them by the chair. As I moved to the music, I stripped my clothes as I headed to the bedside table to retrieve my new toy. Little Joy, I called her.

When I whipped my bra off, I cupped my breasts. Slow and relaxed, I moved my fingers over my skin. I swayed. Hard nipples. Soft curves. Wet crotch.

With my clothes off, I sat on the edge of the chair. I stared at the boots. I studied the leather with the little diamond fishnet cutouts and the crisscrossed leather straps through eyelets.

These boots were his love, not mine, but I wanted to do this for him.

I picked up Little Joy and switched her on. My perfect rumble started. I spread my legs open and pressed her against the right side of my clit and watched myself in the mirror. While the boots laid on the floor, I rubbed my feet across them soaking up the sensations I expected he felt. I allowed them to ride with Little Joy and me. The music played, and my feet danced on the leather, and my pussy leaked. It was Damon’s doing. Flushed and determined, I pressed on for my orgasm while I observed my reflection in the mirror.

What did he see?

The pink sheets back-lit my skin. I held up a boot noting the dark contrast as I pushed the pulsating head of Little Joy against me. I looked like a sensual siren preparing for her man. A beauty even to my eyes. Erotic.

At that moment, I wanted to wear the boots. I stopped Little Joy, having edged myself, to my point of no return.

Between my heavy breaths, I secured my feet in the boots and then up my thighs. I stood in front of the mirror. I admired the boot heels, my ankles, and I laced the crisscross strips from my foot up past my knees, twice.

Maintaining a side view, I picked up Little Joy and restarted my self-love. As I rocked on the heels going for the orgasm, I attempted to see myself through his eyes. I wanted to come, but I wanted an explosive orgasm with him more. I stopped myself, again.

I climbed on the bed, placed Little Joy beside me and laid face-down on the damn fuchsia sheets. The music, the scent, and my mind never stopped. I rubbed my nipples against the sheets and pushed my pelvis into the mattress and marking the sheets with my scent. The bed became my lover. I hunched on it, over and over, until I stopped with my ass up in the air, wiggling.

My body knew the signs so well. When I realized the air in the room dropped to icebox temperature, I froze in that position.

Damon.

“You primed the erotic pump?”

“I did.”

“Did you orgasm?”

“No. I waited for you.”

His hands landed on my ankles, and he slid his hands beyond my leathered calves and thighs to my ass cheeks. His hands made my temperature rise. As if my pelvic bones were handles, he reached around clutching them and dragged my ass toward him at the end of the bed. My nipples and face rode across the satin sheets. The friction warmed.

“Ah, you used Little Joy. Show me what you did.”

I started the vibration and placed Little Joy beside my clit. I replayed what I had done, how I saw myself, how he was seeing me now. Pink and black, lines and curves. I dripped and throbbed and waited for him as he continued holding my hips for his view.

“Your color is changing, love. You match the sheets.”

I bit my lip. “Uh-huh.”

“You’re getting twitchy and close.”

“Uh-huh.”

“How many times did you edge?”

“Technically, two.”

His breath tickled my skin before he licked my dripping seam. I was almost there, so close.

“We’re making it three. Turn Joy off and roll over.”

What? No.

I wanted my orgasm, my reward. I hovered there struggling to decide. I ached to release. Continue or stop? Damon always rewarded me. He took care of me. I knew he did, so I turned her off following his directions.

“Good girl.”

When he released my hips, I turned and laid on my back.

Seeing was believing, right? I blinked twice.

There Damon stood, naked, erect and smiling, beside his identical twin brother who was hard and grinning. My ultimate fantasy.

“Three for three, baby.” They each fisted their cock. “The kinky boots get you what you want every time. Now, which one of us do you think licked you?”

This story was written for this week’s Masturbation Monday prompt. There are many hot, smutty stories. Go see.

1 comment

  1. Kayla Lords

    Sign me up! I volunteer as tribute! I’ll wear whatever boots, use whatever sheets, and edge the fuck out of myself for a little bit of this!

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