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Your love is sweet misery - Tyler, Perry & Rhodes, Cryin’

Your love is sweet misery - Tyler, Perry & Rhodes, Cryin’

Whatcha think?

Whatcha think?

Coming or Going?

Coming or Going?

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a littleTease a little m..

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little

Tease a little more

Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
- Joe Elliot, Pour Some Sugar on Me

Saw you flinch

Saw you flinch

Pour some sugar on meC'mon, fire me up - Joe Elliot, Pour So..

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up - Joe Elliot, Pour Some Sugar on Me

I'm hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet, yeah - Joe El..

I'm hot, sticky sweet 

From my head to my feet, yeah - Joe Elliot, Pour Some Sugar on Me

They're really stinky

They're really stinky

Where you belong

Where you belong

Step insideWalk this wayYou and me babeHey hey - Joe Elliot,..

Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey hey - Joe Elliot, Pour Some Sugar on Me

Made just for you <3 Bette

Made just for you <3 Bette

Stuck?

Stuck?

Your mouth, so hotYour web, I'm caught - Alice Cooper, Poiso..

Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I'm caught - Alice Cooper, Poison

...now get back to work... - Bette

...now get back to work... - Bette

Your cruel deviceYour 4lood like ice - Alice Cooper, Poison

Your cruel device

Your 4lood like ice - Alice Cooper, Poison

My pathetic, little doormat of a slave... tsk, tsk - Bette

My pathetic, little doormat of a slave... tsk, tsk - Bette

Construction Crew in 3 - 2 - 1

Construction Crew in 3 - 2 - 1

I know you like dancing with me oh yeah - Mick Smiley, Kiss ..

I know you like dancing with me oh yeah - Mick Smiley, Kiss Me Deadly

You thought you could hide... from me?

You thought you could hide... from me?

Please learn to follow instructions - Bette

Please learn to follow instructions - Bette

Kiss me onceKiss me twiceCome on pretty baby kiss me deadly ..

Kiss me once

Kiss me twice

Come on pretty baby kiss me deadly - Mick Smiley, Kiss Me Deadly

His Wife Original Erotica by Request by BetteDavisEyes He’s ..

His Wife Original Erotica by Request by BetteDavisEyes 

He’s technically my boss, but in today’s workplace, everyone is a “member of the team”. Whatever. The bottom line is this: he’s a jerk and he treats no one on the “team” like a teammate. In fact, he’s alone in the weekly meeting with the COO right now bragging and posturing, taking credit for all of the work that everyone else on the “team” has been doing while he’s been out playing golf and meeting up with one of his mistresses. Same story, different week. 

Which is why I don’t feel bad at all about where I’m headed right now. 

I met his wife at the office holiday party and we hit it off pretty quickly. She’d been standing off to the side of the group of people he was entertaining with some grand tale, looking a little lost and a lot lovely. Turns out, she’s delightful. She’s also lonely. Well, she was. 

She’s outgoing by nature, quite the opposite of how she appeared at the party, but he keeps her in his control by having her stay home and keep house, leaving only with him for work functions or occasional dinners out. A perfect way to keep his mistresses secret, I suppose. 

End result: I’ve been going to his house every week for the past couple of months during his weekly meeting and getting to know his wife better. Lately, a LOT better. 

As I said, she’s lovely. Frankly, she checks all the boxes physically and in personality. And I’ve recently discovered she’s also quite sensual. Home alone all day with no one to talk to and met in the evening with a husband who has already been with one of his mistresses earlier in the day, she’s chomping at the bit for someone to talk to, someone to express herself with. 

And, man oh man, does she express herself! The man’s an idiot. She is exquisite. 

Their garage faces the back of their property and their home is at the end of a long, wooded driveway. Still, it’s nice to pull into his space in the garage and know that my car won’t be seen by anyone during the hour I’m here. One can never be too careful. The first couple of weeks, she was so nervous she would be standing in the garage waiting for me and would push the button to close the garage door as soon as my car cleared. She’s since been waiting for me in various places inside the house, a little cat and mouse game, and leaves it to me to close the garage door behind myself as I enter the house. 

Today she’s waiting for me in the sitting area inside their master suite. His master suite. She’s sitting with her back to me, but I know she hears me approach, my Italian leather shoes having made a sound with each of my steps on the hardwood floors of the upstairs hallway. Moving across the carpeted floor toward her, I admire the curve of her neck down to her bare shoulder, her long hair pulled to one side. From here, it looks as though she has nothing on….

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About “His Wife”: A man visits his boss’s neglected wife weekly during this boss’s management meeting, getting to know her more intimately each time. Wife is sweet, sexy and loves playing games. In addition, this story includes ff themes of teasing talk about caring for her feet, her noticing his attention to her feet, requested foot massage, stacked soles JOI & soles 4ucking/finish on feet.

Found You

Found You

Oh yeah, t-t-teacher stop that screamin'Teacher don't you se..

Oh yeah, t-t-teacher stop that screamin'

Teacher don't you see? Don't wanna be no uptown fool 
- Van Halen, Hot for Teacher

Part 3 (of 3) of a Love Letter by Bette (erotica in letter f..

Part 3 (of 3) of a Love Letter by Bette (erotica in letter form), something I offer. If you're interested in love letters from me, DM me for info re: options, add-ons, pricing, etc. In the meantime, enjoy! Scroll for parts 1 & 2 if you missed them.  - Bette

Love Letter 2 of 2: The rest of my plans for our reunion

And you know there’s always your test, your opportunity to prove devotion to me: when we have both fully ridden out every single buck and spasm and quiver, when I know the very last drop of cum has reached my mouth and face… Oh, yes, Darling. I will return to sitting atop your hips and you will rise to sitting and hold me in your arms. Mmmmmmmm, breasts to chest, my sensitized nipples roughened by your chest hair, so much sloppy moisture beneath my pussy and pooled on your lower abdomen and half flaccid cock, oh, I could sit there wrapped in your arms, held against you, in your warmth and our wetland… 

You will see, Darling, when you look down into my face, that I will have pulled off just in time to catch some of my prize on my face, my lips and cheeks. You will run a finger tip along my cheek and gather your cum for me, and place your finger inside my waiting mouth, a baby bird waiting for its worm. Eyes to eyes, my Darling, while I close my cheeks and lips and tongue around your finger and suck my prize from you. And I will run a long finger along my other cheek, scooping as much of my prize as I can gather and, Darling, you will open for me. You will be my little baby bird and open your mouth and take your worm. 

Say, “yes” Darling. Say it to your screen right now. 

Do you feel that in your tummy? That’s your desire to please me, to pass your test. You will feel it even more so while you hold me in your arms and my finger awaits your baby bird impression, while you can smell your cum on my face, my breath, my finger. You will open for me, Darling, and you will accept my finger and let me feed you. And when you realize how delectable your taste is, how luscious the taste of your milk is when I have pulled it from you, and you have eagerly cleaned my finger, you will take my mouth and find a bit of a surprise. Now, I wouldn’t introduce you to something so delicious and only allow you a tiny taste, would I, Darling? You know I always reward your obedience. Always. 

I will fall asleep tonight, dreaming of your mouth on mine, of sharing our tastes with one another, your mouth full of me and my mouth full of you until we taste the same, having equally shared what we have each caused the other’s body to express, drawn from each other, then shared in the most tender and ardent of ways. 

My Darling boy, Until then, 

Your Bette

Grabby toes

Grabby toes