Her Submission Begins... This story was inspired by a real life experience at my friends' sleep-over. It was two "couples" and myself, so let's just say I got a lot of viewing experience (when we weren't in threesomes or group masturbation sessions . . . . ;). ) Well, in any case, here's my story: He lay there, beside her, taking in the sight of her naked body beside his. It was not the first time he had seen her, not the first time he had lain with her, but something inside of him said that tonight would be different. He watched as she softly, gently licked her lips. He scanned her face, sensing her desire and her need for him, her hunger to feel his massive, bulging manhood deep inside of her, but he knew what his desire was; he was going to make her wait, teased and touched 'till He and not she could take no more. His eyes slowly made there way across her face, briefly pausing at her eyes -- gazing into them and watching as her love-stricken, puppy-dog eyes gazed back at him. His own eyes continued onward, hers following, as he traced the soft curves of her pink cheeks and followed, more slowly this time, the delicate curves of her cherry-apple lips. He watched as again her tounge darted out from between them, moistening them. He felt himself hardening, but continued onward with his eyes, following the curves of her chin and neck, tracing the lump of her adam's apple, following the ripples of her shoulder blades and tracing the lines of her ribs with his eyes. His eyes fall upon her voluptuous chest, noticing the mounds that sit before his gaze and envisioning the delicious protrusion of her nipples, which are just slowly beginning to harden. His eyes continued their path down her body, pausing briefly to look into the crevices of her belly-button where his tounge would sit later. On down his eyes continued, following every line and curve of her naked body. Slowly, he focused his gaze on her delicate folds -- at first, following only the outside lips, but then examining with his eyes, the delicate inner skins and the sensitive vulva and clitoris. But onward, down, his gaze continues, watching the lines where her delicate ass cheeks become visible. He follows their lines and looks downward, tracing -- with his eyes -- the lines of her thighs, her knees, her calves. He senses her strength but notes her willing submission to his enchanting gaze. Finally, he traces -- with his eyes -- the curves of her ankle, noting the protrusion of her bones there, and following the shape of her feet and the soft and natural extension of her toes. He lays there beside her, having seen every part of her body; it is his now, leaving her with nothing to hide from him -- no part of her he hasn't seen, he doesn't own. He licks his lips eagerly, wanting to taste all that is his, but wanting to wait, to make her wait. She, though, is already so very turned on by his eyes, wanting/needing so much more and praying that it will come soon. He is in complete control of her -- her body, her orgasms, her pleasures, her emotions, her world.
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