Big shout out to my friend @freddover for this amazing eroti..

Big shout out to my friend @freddover for this amazing erotica intro! Fred asked me to give them a little bit of insight into my sexual fantasies and this is what he came up with... 😈😈😈 I'm so into it 🥵

Marge truly loved her life. She didn’t have to work; she had a man who provided all the comforts a woman could ever need: a nice home, well off enough to not have to worry about the bills for the most part, and a loving partner who attended to all of her needs. Not only was he a great lover, but he was sweet and kind and waited on her hand and foot. Although she had plenty of time and did what she could to help maintain the home, he lovingly cooked all of their meals, cleaned up the dishes afterward, and even started and folded the laundry on a regular basis… along with all the other chores it took to maintain their lovely home.

One request that he did make in return for his loving taking care of her was to have one night a month where he called all the shots… and she had to do whatever he desired and fulfill all his needs and fantasies. That night was tonight, and Marge had prepared herself according to his instructions.

She sat on the edge of their marital bed, just as he had instructed… dressed in a sheer, black negligee… just as he had instructed… and waited for him – with a blindfold on – just as he had instructed. Marge tingled with excitement as she thought how other nights had gone: his loving tongue eating her out for what seemed to be hours on end just to fuck her well… a night when he brought home ropes and proceeded to show her the joys of being tied up and submitting to his willful force… a night when he called her and instructed her on how to pleasure herself over the phone, only to show up when she thought she was spent to fuck her well to several more climaxes that night.

His instructions were pretty clear in his text to her earlier that day, just after he left for the office: dictating her clothing, where she should be waiting, and even the blindfold. The only part that she didn’t have a full explanation on was the part of the text that said, “And be ready for when we get there.”

Marge waited as instructed, blindfolded and unable to know what was ahead for her. But she heard the front door open and the hush of voices – was it three, four, five, more? – and their steps upon the stairs leading to the bedroom. Her nipples hardened against the thin lacey fabric of the negligee, and she could feel a growing wet spot on the tiny thong that barely covered her well-groomed pussy. Her heart raced with anticipation, and she nearly gasped when she heard the bedroom door open.