Taylor is my ex-girlfriend from 2012. We dated for eight months but I ended it because things just weren’t working out. She wasn’t happy at all with my decision and begged me not to go. I still find her extremely attractive but I don’t see me ever resuming the relationship. I’ve always fantasized asking her if she’d consider being friends with benefits. The following is completely fictional.
So there I was passionately making out with Taylor in her bed early one afternoon. I was wearing blue plaid boxers and she was wearing a black bra with zebra-print panties. After almost half an hour, Taylor pauses and tells me to lay down with my head at the foot-board and my eyes closed.
Before I know it, my hands and feet were chained to each corner of her mattress. Standing at the edge of the bed right above me, Taylor kisses my forehead, pulls off her panties, turns around and rests her ass right on my face. Twisting my nipple, she forces me to lick her asshole. After what seemed like a long time, she turns her body around and starts grinding her womanly parts on my face as she moans. Before too much longer, Taylor starts humping my face faster and faster until she comes all over my face.
After she dries up her body and my face with her panties, she climbs back on top of me and tells me to close my eyes one more time. Assuming I was about to get released, I follow through. Without warning, Taylor shoves her soaked panties in my mouth, tying it secure with her sock, and then gets up to straighten her room up. She puts on new panties and a bra, followed by a pretty blouse and jeans. “Don’t worry babe,” she says to me, “I’ll untie you sometime today, but I’ve never had you at my mercy before. This is so exciting!”
Taylor then lays her butt on my face one more time to put her socks and boots on. She gets up, kisses me on the cheek and smiles down at me. “Well, I’m going out, but I’ll be back in a few hours. You’ll still be here, won’t you? giggles See you soon, babe. I’ve missed you so much.”
Taylor then pulls the bedsheets over my bed covering me in complete darkness. After I feel laundry getting dumped on me, I hear her close and lock her bedroom door. There I was, trapped in my ex-girlfriend’s bed, buried underneath her clothes with no choice but to wait for her return.
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