Sinful Sunday: Upskirt, princess

 

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“Lift your dress,” he said. The riding crop in his hand rose, as she had seen his penis lift, some hours earlier.   

She obeyed, slowly. She never knew, when he was in this mood, whether he was really angry with her or whether he was pretending, to have the pleasure of watching her tremble. That uncertainty excited her as much as the tremor in her voice and the shakiness of her knees so obviously excited him. 

She had ample proof of his love for her, in her body, sweetly sore from being taken over and over, and the heat in her poor bottom when at the end he had rolled her onto her hands and knees and mounted her, lashing her on to her pleasure with that wicked leather crop. 

The crop lifted, again, in his hand. She thought of his penis, how it had entered her, filled her, stilled her, then made her move, rocking under him, her feet in the air, then resting on his buttocks while he took her. Her pulse raced, and she knew that prickling, trickling sensation between her legs. She blushed. Her fear and desire worked together: they made her ready for him. And she knew that he knew it.

The end of that biting crop pointed at her navel. His voice was hoarse. “Higher!” 

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17 thoughts on “Sinful Sunday: Upskirt, princess

    • Thank you very much!

      I’m running low on this-dress pics now (though there mat be a couple of useable ones left), so it’s lucky that the next prompt is “no words”. It might be “no skirt” as well.

    • There wasn’t going to be one, but I’m taking your query as a request. So there will be one more.

      And one for the no-words prompt. I may have to leave Cinderella after that, though.

      More importantly, thank you!

    • Well, iff you’re telling a girl to lift her dress, the least a gentleman can do is make sure she keeps her ankles warm. Stands to reason.

      Thanks for your comment!

    • Thank you very much! I guess the “sexual reading of a fairy story” thing has a bit to do with Ann Rice’s “Claiming of Sleeping Beauty” trilogy.

      But I think there’s always been a shade of bdsm in the Cinderella story. (Actually, that’s true of “the princess and the pea”, as well. I may have a play with that, some time, too.)

      Thank you for your comment!

    • Thank you! I gave the dress, and it and the girl in it are now in a foreign land. Alas, not because the dress isn’t mine any more (I only bought it for her), but because the girl’s out of reach.

      I understand the urge to covet it, though. Me, I just covet her.

      Thank you for your comment!

    • Hi Bee! I hadn’t really thought of it in Wild West terms, but you’re right. I can see girls of the Wild Kat Saloon leaning over the balcony at the gentleman gamblers and drinkers.

      And if one of the gents says he’d like a glimpse of her coral, she’ll say “OK.”

      Thanks for your comment!

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