Taboo Body Worship Phone Sex

Full moon taboo body worship phone sex in the woods, that’s really what it looked like. The Mistress Demonica here, gents. So, there I was basking in the moonlight when this straggler from a local nightclub came stumbling through the woods. A lot of people use the little forest glade as a shortcut home. Silly foolish mortal, comes bursting in on my moonlit nightspot, so I decided to pretend to be sleeping. I left my eyes partly open like a sleeping person’s could be, and so I could be ready. Poor thing, even mumbled his own name and how he was finally going to get lucky. No regard for sleeping women, I tell you.

I lay there motionless in the shadows as his eyes scanned my shapely latex encased form on the ground. The sicko, he thought I was a sleeping woman laying in the moonlit glade and he was going to peek under my tight latex skirt.

Carefully he lowered himself on top of me once he was satisfied that my rubber skirt was pulled up high enough for him to enter me. Silent like a shadow, my hand swung around and wrapped around his neck. I locked his startled eyes with mine and quietly told him to shut the fuck up or suffer the consequences. He thrashed momentarily and then realized I really did have him by the neck until I was done with him. I asked in a soft yet threatening voice if he always looked for sleeping women to take advantage of.

Tom stammered a freaked out apology and started begging me to let him go. I said, “Full moon taboo body worship phone sex in the woods, or sleeping-woman sex?” I pleaded with me to forgive him and that he hadn’t had sex with a women in years. Coming from a nearby nightclub, he smelled like a fire hazard I had already ascertained. My rage was kept under control for the moment, until I flung him over onto his back on the forest floor. I rode him alright, and between you and I there’s really nothing more to say about Tom, is there? Because Tom’s not talking!