An average day for his happy little whore…_(0)
I’m lying on the bed. Waiting. The underwear I’ve worn throughout the day in the corner of the room. That’s not allowed now. I’m covered with a sheet, my piercings making an appearance as my nipples harden at the thought of what could happen when he gets home. I roll over, brushing them against the sheet sending a wave of tingles down my spine to the hollow of my back. Time goes so slowly. I can feel a wetness between my thighs, increased by the knowledge that I’m not allowed to touch. To ease the ache that means I need to be filled. Gently I begin to grind my hips down onto the bed, struggling to ease my frustration without giving into temptation. The sheet is twisted around me, beginning to expose parts of my …