An incomplete list of impolite images

yourbadgrrl:

Yum!
rolledtrousers:

Bound and exposed. It seemed unfair, like it should be one or another. If she was going to have this ridiculous body stocking on, she should at least be afforded some dignity from it. But instead it just clung to her, forced her to feel each thread of the netting, while her skin breathed, an exhalation that drew attention to it, made him watch as each part of her performed for him. Nipples rose and fell. Her stomach undulated, an invitation. Legs brushed against one another, kindling more sparks for the fire. At least she could close her eyes. She was afforded that much.
“You ridiculous, depraved little thing.” He stood, wandering over to her on the bed, a finger bumping along the ridges in the fishnet, feeling her skin ripple underneath it. “You look absurd. You look like a teenage fantasy.”
She turned her head away, the sound surrendered from her lips halfway between a whimper and a moan. He found the thin sliver of metal the shot through her nipple and gripped it, starting to turn.
“The worst thing is you like it, don’t you? You enjoy the depravity, knowing that you a dressed for sex, that without your voice…” His other hand tapped against the ball gag. Emphasis. “Without your hands.” Now onto the binds at her wrists, his nail clinking against the metal. “And with all this…” That same palm ran down her body, rudely groping her free breast, before pushing down her stomach, between her legs. “On display, you’re just a hole that moans.”
She did, as if on cue. Emphasis. She squirmed, too, and he carried on twisting, pulling more sounds out of her like teeth. Loose teeth. Teeth that wanted to go. She gave them almost willingly. Without the almost. Fuck, she wanted him, right then.
Her body told him as much, pulsing against his palm, stirring against his fingers. But he wasn’t done toying with her just yet. He wanted the blush on her cheeks to burn.

Yum!

rolledtrousers:

Bound and exposed. It seemed unfair, like it should be one or another. If she was going to have this ridiculous body stocking on, she should at least be afforded some dignity from it. But instead it just clung to her, forced her to feel each thread of the netting, while her skin breathed, an exhalation that drew attention to it, made him watch as each part of her performed for him. Nipples rose and fell. Her stomach undulated, an invitation. Legs brushed against one another, kindling more sparks for the fire. At least she could close her eyes. She was afforded that much.

“You ridiculous, depraved little thing.” He stood, wandering over to her on the bed, a finger bumping along the ridges in the fishnet, feeling her skin ripple underneath it. “You look absurd. You look like a teenage fantasy.”

She turned her head away, the sound surrendered from her lips halfway between a whimper and a moan. He found the thin sliver of metal the shot through her nipple and gripped it, starting to turn.

“The worst thing is you like it, don’t you? You enjoy the depravity, knowing that you a dressed for sex, that without your voice…” His other hand tapped against the ball gag. Emphasis. “Without your hands.” Now onto the binds at her wrists, his nail clinking against the metal. “And with all this…” That same palm ran down her body, rudely groping her free breast, before pushing down her stomach, between her legs. “On display, you’re just a hole that moans.”

She did, as if on cue. Emphasis. She squirmed, too, and he carried on twisting, pulling more sounds out of her like teeth. Loose teeth. Teeth that wanted to go. She gave them almost willingly. Without the almost. Fuck, she wanted him, right then.

Her body told him as much, pulsing against his palm, stirring against his fingers. But he wasn’t done toying with her just yet. He wanted the blush on her cheeks to burn.