Feather Duster Fuck
It’s a wonderful thing, being horny and possessed by laughter at the same time. I hurried to do what he said, stepping out of my skirt and panties, giggling all the while.
“Bend over the bed!” he said firmly. “The Lord of the Feather Duster will have his way with you!”
I obeyed, pressing my face into the quilt and presenting my bare ass to his view. By now my pussy was dripping wet. We’d never done anything like this before, but I’d sometimes fantasized about it, imagining scenarios with him in control. I’d even mentioned it once, although nothing came of it then. So far I liked it.
Soon my giggles subsided, replaced with quickened breathing…
This is an excerpt from Feather Duster, an erotic story exclusive to For The Girls women’s erotica ezine.
