Canadian Mike
06-24-2009, 12:09 PM
Well here it is. I do hope that you all enjoy it.
Here I was standing at the entrance to Miss Monica’s apartment for the third time. To say the least, I was horny and excited to be there. Once inside, Miss Monica gave me a hug then instructed me to remove all of my clothing. She wore a short, soft cotton blue dress this time with a nice pair of flesh coloured pantyhose. I love how pantyhose make her legs shimmer.
Well, it took mere seconds for me to get all of my clothes off. Once naked though, Miss Monica came right up to me. She had me lay my head on a sofa first, facing up. Once in the right position, I was sat on and smothered. Hmm I’ve seen this position in quite a few videos, but have never experienced it before. I had always thought that it would be hard on the neck, but to my surprise it felt quite comfortable. Then Miss Monica climbed on the sofa and presented her divine little bottom to my face. God what a pleasure it was to see it there, sticking out at me, inviting me to come in. I pressed my face against her silk covered cheeks and felt a hand press the back of my head inward. No breathing there either. It all happens quickly with Miss Monica. She more or less overwhelms you. There I was, on my knees, hard as a rock, eager to get my face back inside where it belongs. She straddled my back and began to explore all of me back there. I helplessly trembled from the sensations of the invasion.
Before I knew it, I was once again in the darkened bedroom, on my back on the familiar soft mattress. I gazed up in such admiration as Miss Monica lowered herself down onto my awaiting face. It is heaven in there dear readers. Inside Miss Monica’s bottom is a place one would ever want to leave. She sits on your face with such grace. It’s quite hard for me to describe. You can’t breathe for most of the time and yet you feel at home, content to be slowly suffocated by such an exquisite lady. Of course, while you are laid there completely helpless, smothering in Miss Monica’s pantyhose bottom, you begin to feel her explore you. Her delicate hands roam all of your neither regions creating the most stimulating sensations. Your body is helpless to fend off the intrusions and your manhood uncontrollably responds. Oil is soon introduced to the equation. You feel the coolness of it on your skin as Miss Monica rubs it everywhere imaginable. Trembling now, partly due to the lack of oxygen and the over stimulation, you helplessly let out a muffled moan into her little bottom. I was lost, completely consumed by the moment as I laid there fading away, longing for more and more.
It continued my friends, in fact once a session with Miss Monica begins the erotic abuse never stops, and never slows. I was soon reduced to a quivering fool beneath the silky bottom of my Asian Goddess. My senses were completely consumed by the need to release that pent-up pressure held within. She must have sensed this as Miss Monica almost lovingly resolved this impossible condition by gently squeezing and stroking the quivering purple length until it erupted. I felt it all spill onto my heaving, suffocating chest with each gentle stroke. God what heaven!
Miss Monica’s continued to ensure my face remained entombed under her bottom and her gentle hands stopped urging another impending eruption. I quite frankly had lost count of such euphoric moments as they seemed to merely blend into one. I do know that at some point I had tried to cry out for mercy, confessing to be completely spent and totally exhausted from the divine erotic torture, but all complaints fell on silent ears and the sensual abuse continued on. I’ll tell you something an else dear reader, Miss Monica loves to torment a seat like this. You should hear her laugh at me every time I groan or plead with her. It’s almost an evil giggle.
Now imagine for a moment, you have lost track of time, all that exists is the constant smothering and teasing. Your body feels hot and sweaty. You are so tired from the constant suffocation that you can barely move. You first hear the little buzzing sound. You can’t see anything but Miss Monica’s bottom. Then you began to feel it down there. Miss Monica has decided to introduce a friend to the situation, perhaps she felt that you needed something to help spur you on for perhaps one, or maybe two more releases. Despite all that has happened you feel the effects begin to work. Your manhood betrays you and stirs. Well, I tried to struggle, but it was honestly useless at this point as by that time in my session it was clear to me that Miss Monica truly owned me. I felt vaguely aware that I was to be close to passing out because I no longer seemed to feel the urge to escape or struggle to breathe. My arms felt like lead weights. My chest just felt heavy as if something was sitting on it. And of course, my face was completely buried under Miss Monica’s divine little bottom. Perhaps in shock at this point, all I did was stare up into the object that was slowly suffocating me. In the darkness, I could just make out her lovely bottom cheeks and that little dress hovering above my head. And Miss Monica remained seated, concentrating on creating the vibrating sensation down below. Would she have let me pass out under her bottom? I am not sure, but I do know this, if one is pushed, teased, seduced and slowly smothered like this, you don’t feel the panic or the dreaded fear of needing to breath. I definitely felt consumed by the whole event and just couldn’t really bring myself to push Miss Monica off. Well, it was almost painful, but she had achieved her goal of getting one more out of me.
This amazing session came to an end with me slowly crawling towards Miss Monica’s bathroom to take a much needed cool shower.
She can be reached at this email address dominantmonica@yahoo.ca
Here I was standing at the entrance to Miss Monica’s apartment for the third time. To say the least, I was horny and excited to be there. Once inside, Miss Monica gave me a hug then instructed me to remove all of my clothing. She wore a short, soft cotton blue dress this time with a nice pair of flesh coloured pantyhose. I love how pantyhose make her legs shimmer.
Well, it took mere seconds for me to get all of my clothes off. Once naked though, Miss Monica came right up to me. She had me lay my head on a sofa first, facing up. Once in the right position, I was sat on and smothered. Hmm I’ve seen this position in quite a few videos, but have never experienced it before. I had always thought that it would be hard on the neck, but to my surprise it felt quite comfortable. Then Miss Monica climbed on the sofa and presented her divine little bottom to my face. God what a pleasure it was to see it there, sticking out at me, inviting me to come in. I pressed my face against her silk covered cheeks and felt a hand press the back of my head inward. No breathing there either. It all happens quickly with Miss Monica. She more or less overwhelms you. There I was, on my knees, hard as a rock, eager to get my face back inside where it belongs. She straddled my back and began to explore all of me back there. I helplessly trembled from the sensations of the invasion.
Before I knew it, I was once again in the darkened bedroom, on my back on the familiar soft mattress. I gazed up in such admiration as Miss Monica lowered herself down onto my awaiting face. It is heaven in there dear readers. Inside Miss Monica’s bottom is a place one would ever want to leave. She sits on your face with such grace. It’s quite hard for me to describe. You can’t breathe for most of the time and yet you feel at home, content to be slowly suffocated by such an exquisite lady. Of course, while you are laid there completely helpless, smothering in Miss Monica’s pantyhose bottom, you begin to feel her explore you. Her delicate hands roam all of your neither regions creating the most stimulating sensations. Your body is helpless to fend off the intrusions and your manhood uncontrollably responds. Oil is soon introduced to the equation. You feel the coolness of it on your skin as Miss Monica rubs it everywhere imaginable. Trembling now, partly due to the lack of oxygen and the over stimulation, you helplessly let out a muffled moan into her little bottom. I was lost, completely consumed by the moment as I laid there fading away, longing for more and more.
It continued my friends, in fact once a session with Miss Monica begins the erotic abuse never stops, and never slows. I was soon reduced to a quivering fool beneath the silky bottom of my Asian Goddess. My senses were completely consumed by the need to release that pent-up pressure held within. She must have sensed this as Miss Monica almost lovingly resolved this impossible condition by gently squeezing and stroking the quivering purple length until it erupted. I felt it all spill onto my heaving, suffocating chest with each gentle stroke. God what heaven!
Miss Monica’s continued to ensure my face remained entombed under her bottom and her gentle hands stopped urging another impending eruption. I quite frankly had lost count of such euphoric moments as they seemed to merely blend into one. I do know that at some point I had tried to cry out for mercy, confessing to be completely spent and totally exhausted from the divine erotic torture, but all complaints fell on silent ears and the sensual abuse continued on. I’ll tell you something an else dear reader, Miss Monica loves to torment a seat like this. You should hear her laugh at me every time I groan or plead with her. It’s almost an evil giggle.
Now imagine for a moment, you have lost track of time, all that exists is the constant smothering and teasing. Your body feels hot and sweaty. You are so tired from the constant suffocation that you can barely move. You first hear the little buzzing sound. You can’t see anything but Miss Monica’s bottom. Then you began to feel it down there. Miss Monica has decided to introduce a friend to the situation, perhaps she felt that you needed something to help spur you on for perhaps one, or maybe two more releases. Despite all that has happened you feel the effects begin to work. Your manhood betrays you and stirs. Well, I tried to struggle, but it was honestly useless at this point as by that time in my session it was clear to me that Miss Monica truly owned me. I felt vaguely aware that I was to be close to passing out because I no longer seemed to feel the urge to escape or struggle to breathe. My arms felt like lead weights. My chest just felt heavy as if something was sitting on it. And of course, my face was completely buried under Miss Monica’s divine little bottom. Perhaps in shock at this point, all I did was stare up into the object that was slowly suffocating me. In the darkness, I could just make out her lovely bottom cheeks and that little dress hovering above my head. And Miss Monica remained seated, concentrating on creating the vibrating sensation down below. Would she have let me pass out under her bottom? I am not sure, but I do know this, if one is pushed, teased, seduced and slowly smothered like this, you don’t feel the panic or the dreaded fear of needing to breath. I definitely felt consumed by the whole event and just couldn’t really bring myself to push Miss Monica off. Well, it was almost painful, but she had achieved her goal of getting one more out of me.
This amazing session came to an end with me slowly crawling towards Miss Monica’s bathroom to take a much needed cool shower.
She can be reached at this email address dominantmonica@yahoo.ca