STEAM · LIGHT ON · EXT 809
Bathroom Play In The Shower
I locked the door. You can still leave. You won’t.
Bathroom Play · Pregnant Phone Sex · Pregnant Mommy · Confession · Taboo Phone Sex · Sensual Mommy · No Limits · Rough Sex · Cock Control · Breeding · Mommy Phone Sex
You’re in my bathroom because I asked you to bring the towels and then I didn’t take them. Steam on the mirror. Water already running. I’m twenty-five and the bump is obvious under the open robe, and I didn’t bother tying it. Pregnant Phone Sex is what they search. You’re looking at my stomach and my chest and trying not to. Pregnant Mommy if you need the softer word. I don’t need the softer word right now.
This is Bathroom Play. Say it so I know you heard me. I step under the water and I leave the robe on the hook. Short soft pink nails, a little grown out, on the tile. I look back. You’re still dressed. Confession: I like that you hesitate. Taboo Phone Sex is the name for the part where I tell you the bump makes me need it more, not less. I tell you that while the water runs down my back. You still haven’t moved.
Sensual Mommy is the voice. Not the pace. No Limits on what I’ll ask for once you’re in. Rough Sex is what it becomes when I stop being shy. Cock Control is me wrapping my hand around you the second your clothes hit the mat and not letting you thrust. Breeding is the word I say against your mouth, soft, while I stroke you slow under the water. You get harder. I smile like I didn’t plan it.
Mommy Phone Sex if you moan it. I’ll allow it once. Then I turn you toward the wall, water on your shoulders, and I press the bump against your back so you feel how close I am. I reach around and stroke you, tight, thumb over the head, and I tell you not to move. You do. I stop. You apologize into the tile. I start again, slower, and I tell you the next stop is longer.
I turn you back around. Water in my hair. I sink down carefully, one hand on your hip, and I take you in my mouth. Not deep. Mean and slow. I look up so you see the bump and my mouth at the same time. You try to hold my head. I pull off and tell you hands on the wall. You put them there. I go back down, wetter, and I don’t let you finish. When you get close I stand up and kiss you with the taste still there.
I face the wall. Hands on the tile. I tell you to come in. You do, careful at first because of the bump, then harder when I push back and tell you I can take it. The water runs over both of us. You hold my hips. I reach down and touch myself while you fuck me, and I get louder than I meant to. Bathroom Play is the shy girl who locked the door and then stopped being shy. I come with my forehead on the tile and my hand still moving.
You try to speed up. I tell you not yet. I make you stay deep and slow until I’m done shaking. Then I reach back, stroke you where we’re joined, and I tell you to finish on my lower back. Not inside. You do. Hot, then the water takes it. I stay braced on the tile and I laugh, small, and I tell you that was for me first.
I turn around under the water. Robe still on the hook. I kiss your chest and I make you say thank you. You do, hoarse. I hand you the towel I never took. You’re dripping. I’m dripping. I don’t offer to dry you.
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If you call tonight, don’t ask if the water is still on. Come already hard and already quiet. Bathroom Play with me starts when I lock the door. You can still leave. You won’t.
The mirror is fogged. You’re not. That’s Bathroom Play when it’s me. I leave the water running and I don’t hand you a second towel.
steam still up · 12:08am
All my heart,
Trinity, your pregnant dream girl who melts for Daddy