Daily Prompt: Silk



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Prompt word: #Silk


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Triggers: Seduction, femdom

“W-what would you recommend me?”

Her cherry lips curled in mockery when he stuttered that question. The vein on his forehead throbbed and his neck muscles tensed like knots when she stepped closer. The sound of her high heels echoed through the deserted lingerie shop. He squeezed his sweaty palms into fists and stared at the ground.

“Wasn’t there anyone in your life to teach you that it’s impolite not to look at the person talking to you?” The lady’s voice was as smooth as the masterpieces of silk, lace, and satin she sold. It was swirling around his anxious mind and wrapping it in a cocoon of sweet, midnight whispering.

“I struggle with eye contact… I always had.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I’d never guess.” The woman raised one of her eyebrows and tilted her head.

“It’s uncomfortable…” He wiped his palms down the back of his jeans. “Just being here makes me feel like a pervert.”

“Are you so ashamed when you go down on your girlfriend?”

“W-what?” His pale skin was gleaming with sweat under the pale pink light. All color drained from it the moment he heard those words coming out of her gorgeous, ripe mouth.

“If you’re that awkward about picking her lingerie you probably have no idea how to use your tongue.” When the woman leaned in, the oval of her breasts pressed against her blouse. Once again… silk.

That delicate shape entranced him.

The soft clear of her throat made him snap back to reality.

“Now, now, young man…” Her wicked grin revealed a row of pearly whites. “Being shy about eye contact is one thing… but I don’t let just anyone stare at my breasts without permission. Eyes up.”

He raised his trembling chin and gasped. The intense, vivid darkness of her black orbs was sucking him in.

These dark eyes, ripe lips, and a sinful voice sang in tune with all his anxieties.

“Get down on your knees. Right now.”

When he obeyed her command a strange sense of relief went down his hardened flesh. Her cold hands ran through his hair and she gifted him with a warmer smile.

“Good boy. Do you feel better?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Gone was the stutter. He leaned in her palm and kissed it with slowly growing worship.

The darkness in her eyes gleamed when she raised her skirt and exposed her own silk panties, edged with lace.

“When you choose lingerie you must pay attention to the small details.” The lady picked his fingers up and placed them on her mound. “Think of how your fingers will be touching her, how her skin will feel as the silk embraces her hips and thighs… how she will leave her wetness all over it. Do you feel the heat?”

She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pressed him between her thighs.

Once the young man breathed in he closed his eyes and sighed. The silk closed around him.



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