My Dirty Little Secret Episode One: Good Girl

Transcript

Have you ever had a secret no one could know about? One that danced on the tip of your tongue, tempting you to confess? I have.

And now I'm ready to tell you, dear listener, my dirty little secret. I live my life with absolute control. 5.30 wake up.

30 minute run at a sub 10 minute pace. Pilates at 6.30. 100 grams of oats for breakfast made with spring water.

Half a banana. One tablespoon of peanut butter. At the office I am ruthless.

I scratch my red pen across subpar work. But once I'm off the clock, I surrender everything. I strip my discipline and control away with my panties.

I become softer in the shower. As I scrub away the mask of who I have to be to show you who I want to be. You are submissive.

You are good girl. You will be here by 10.30. By 10.23 I am kneeling on my satin pillow.

The outline of my body visible beneath a sheer pink baby doll. A draft stirs across my skin, raising my nipples to daggers. But I don't move.

My hands are in my lap as I watch shadows pass by the door. The moment I hear your footsteps tread the hallway, a pulse pounds in my throat. A fist clenches in my stomach like I am teetering at the top of a roller coaster about to take the plunge.

And I am ready for the ride you will take me on. You open the door slowly. And there you are.

Your long shadow casts across my body. I don't look up as you approach. I feel the heat from your fingertips before you touch me.

And the moment your skin makes contact with mine, I melt. My thighs becoming wet with my arousal. Your index finger slides across my collarbone, plays with the strap of my baby doll, then touches the tip of my chin.

You guide my gaze upward to your dick that is inches from my lips. I kiss your tip, then engulf you, wrapping my lips around you, gliding to the root, my tongue massaging the underside of your dick. I moan as I work, savoring the taste of you, the girth that threatens to gag me as you breach the back of my throat.

I take you deeper. Massage your tip with the muscles in my throat as saliva spills down my chin. You groan and say the words I crave.

Good girl. You grab the back of my head and fuck my throat, pulling and pushing until spit runs down my chin onto my breast. You like it messy, and so do I.

You pull hard on my hair until pinpricks of pain spark on my scalp, pulling yourself from my mouth. You are gentle as you lift me bridal style from the floor. You murmur against my ear as you take me to your bed.

Good girl. I smell as you bite into my neck, softly sinking your teeth into that tender spot in my skin that lights a fire behind my belly button. My need for you is growing.

You lay me spread eagle on your bed, kiss my wrists and ankles before strapping them in velvet restraints. My skin erupts in goosebumps as you lift my baby doll above my breast. Your tongue snaking around my left nipple before you bite into my sensitive skin.

Pleasure erupts like a wildfire in my brain and I moan, pulling against my restraints as my back arches. Louder, baby. Let me hear you.

I obey as you travel down my body, your lips plotting a path from my breast to my belly button and finally to my clit. I start to shake as your tongue makes laps around that little bundle of nerves as you slide two fingers into me. I call out your name as you take me to the edge.

Just as I dive, you thrust into me, pushing against that clench of my pussy muscles as I come. Good girl. My pussy makes music for you as you fuck me, the bed creaking from the force of your hips.

There is no space for me to think as pure ecstasy engulfs every molecule of my being. I say your name like prayer as I come again, as you claim me again and again, biting into my tit flesh and my throat, bruising my tender skin to mark me as yours. I feel you erupt, fill me with cum.

You lay on top of me, our skin drenched in sweat, and you whisper, Good girl.