I’m pretty sure there’s some spanking going on amidst the languorous effusion of pleasure of which the following is just a short excerpt:
He lays me down in his lap, and the world melts away.
I want to make out with him. Taste his lips and lose myself in something I seemed to have forgotten about. I want to remember the simple goodness of a long, languid kiss. And I want to touch, not to mention be touched. Feel the sting of a good spanking and the thrill of his fingers working my cunt.
What I didn’t know I wanted to feel is the comfort of lying in his lap. With my entire body a tableau for him to do with as he and I wished.
By Jillian Boyd at Lady Laid Bare.