Date: 12/6/2017, Categories: Flash Straight Sex, Author: DarkSide, Source: LushStories
I love them. Nipples that is, and because of my fetish I therefore tend to like women more than men. I just love playing with nipples and what they are attached to. For me, they epitomize eroticism. They seek attention when they are bound within my clothes but they almost demand attention when they are exposed. My nipples love being touched, caressed, squeezed, pulled, licked and sucked. I love all of those things. Is there a woman that doesn’t? There are so many variables that affect them, such as coldness, heat, touch, sound. Yes, the sound of people pleasuring themselves, make mine erect. It saddens me that my breasts are not large enough for me to suck on my own nipples. I suppose, that’s no different to a bloke that loves his own cock and can’t reach it. I would envy those that can. There is a hidden pathway that guides me when I touch my nipples; a definitive route that I have to take. I know when I have drifted off the path and I know that getting back on it is impossible. I know that path so well. It starts with how I feel. What state of mind I am in and how needy I am. Tonight, I am needy. I have come home from work, eaten, and drank some wine. The music on the HiFi is sensual; the low tones and throaty voice of the singer puts me in the right mood. I have already discarded most of my clothes; Keeping only those that I wear over my breasts. I slip down onto the sofa with a smile on my face knowing that I will reach my orgasm tonight. I’m in the right state of mind. I ...