[F4M] I love dressing up for you, and I need you to accept that! [Script Offer] [Reassurance] [Sweet] but also [Kinky] [Lingerie] [GFE] [Blowing] you and [Riding] you [of COURSE I want to do this for you] [Post-O sweetness]

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Author's note:  

Feel free to change/adapt as you see fit. Direction included is meant to be helpful not restrictive; ignore or rework as you see fit.

Sound effects

Required: none (well - kissing/laughing/bj sounds, etc.)

Optional: Door close

/text/ for italics/emphasis

[text] or *text* for direction and/or sound effects

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[Door closes as the listener enters, getting home from work]

[In a seductive tone. Ideally this would sound far-away, as she’s calling to the listener from the bedroom] In heeee-eere!

Well hello!

*giggle* I do rather like it when your jaw hits the floor like that.

Well I don’t know if you remember, but the other night when we were drunk you wound up holding forth on the many virtues of strappy lingerie. There… was context, I think, I just don’t remember what it was. But I /did/ remember your rather specific and detailed description, so - I went out and got the nearest match I could find. Look, it’s even got a collar strap, attached to all the rest! That seemed very important to you at the time.

[with a laugh, but also a little perplexed] No, it’s- yeah, I know it’s not your birthday - I just wanted to!

*laugh* [a more little perplexed] I- what? Uh… because it’s fun? And because that’s how being in love with you works? 

[playful] Dressing up in lingerie is basically like a side effect of craving your cock. And since you had /such/ a specific fantasy, of course I wanted to make it come true!

[Even more perplexed] Right… but… I mean, it’s /fun/. For me. It’s not like ‘ugh, I /guess/ this’ll make him happy so whatever’ - like yeah, I suppose it’s ‘for you’ in that you're the one directly enjoying it, but I mean... /I enjoy/ you enjoying it. 

[perplexed and concerned] Hey, look, it’s okay if you don’t like it; I mean, I totally could’ve misremembered what you said, or misinterpreted; you don’t have to pretend to not offend me or anything!

Well - good! But- if I look so amazing… why are you so upset?

[switching into full-on concerned/supportive girlfriend mode] No, hey, it’s okay! It’s okay if you don’t know. Here, come sit down.

Hey. Take a deep breath. You’re okay.

*softly* /Oh/. Is this… this is a Her thing, isn’t it? She… this would’ve been weird for her? To dress up, just because? To remember some comment you made about something you like?

[with simmering anger] /God/. I just - no, I know, I know I don’t know the whole story, just - I mean, from the pieces you have talked about, - it sounds like she, just, totally neglected you.

[still angry/aggressive] I’m sorry, is she stupid? You ought to be, like, /aggressively/ adored, and- 

 I can’t /believe/ you stayed with her so long- [immediately realizing her mistake] ah, sorry… sore spot, I know. I just - hate to think about it. 

[Back to aggressive] No, shut up. You haven’t ruined /anything/. And stop saying mean things about my boyfriend! 

I’m gonna show you /exactly/ what you deserve. Get those pants off.

[softening somewhat] Now - take a good look. You /deserve/ this. Babe - you're like the most loving, caring partner I’ve ever had - and I know /you/ feel like that’s the bare minimum, but that’s just because you’re, y’know, /you/. 

See? Look - your cock knows you deserve it. Let me-

*bj sounds*

And hey, if that’s how it is, then surprise lingerie once in a while is the bare minimum as far as /I’m/ concerned. 

*bj sounds, getting more aggressive*

Like - what is the /fucking/ point of having a boyfriend, if not to find out exactly how to blow his mind, and then do that, repeatedly. 

*aggressive bj*

[aggressive tone, and interspersed with more sucking] Of /course/ I want to wear this for you; of /course/ I want to surprise you, get you excited, get you off.

*bj*

That’s what you deserve - you deserve someone who fucking /wants/ you...

*bj*

[a touch calmer] Okay, well. That’ll do for opening arguments. But the one - /and only/ - problem with sucking your dick is that you can’t really see much of my outfit when I’m on my knees.  

Here, you sit back...

Let’s take a little tour. I’m not sure this lingerie has been sufficiently ogled yet.

Go on - get a good look. [playful] Hey - tits are down here, mister! Stop looking me in the eye!

*giggle* /There/ you go.

I’ll turn around niiice and slow.

Do you like how all these straps wrap around me, tracing my curves?

Don’t you just /love/ how my tits are sitting here, poking out, framed, totally uncovered?

Mmm…

And I don’t know if you’ve got a good look yet, but one of /my/ favorite parts...

...is this /conveniently/ placed opening right over my pussy.

You know, if I come and stand over you, like this…

...well gosh, there’d be nothing stopping me sliding riiiight down on to you.

Yeah? Do you want me to fuck you?

Then let me hear you say you deserve it.

I know you /want/ it - say you /deserve/ it.

Damn right you do *kissing*

*moan as she slides onto him*

/God/…

*a few moments of soft moaning*

I’m torn… I want you to have a good view, but you know I love pressing /right/ up against you as I ride you...

MMMH! Okay, well, if you’re gonna start with the neck-kissing, I guess I don’t have much choice!

[several moments kissing and moaning]

[next several lines are low and close to the microphone as she whispers in his ear. Can intersperse with moaning/panting as you find appropriate; she’s riding him throughout]

All the better to whisper in your ear…

You know how I felt, when I tried this lingerie on?

[in a tone that leaves no doubt that this is a *very good* feeling] I felt like a slutty. Little. Bitch.

And I /adored/ it. 

I love that you /asked/ for it. Kind of. After I got you drunk.

But I mean - you painted this picture, of what you like - and even if you stopped short of asking me to do it for you - I knew you wanted me to.

And I love that you were so /specific/! I mean, this collar strap….

You know, there was plenty of classy, elegant lingerie in the store too. But /you/…

...you wanted me to look like a dirty little slut, didn’t you?

And I /wanted/ to look like a slut for you.

Standing there in the dressing room, imagining what it’d be like to wear this for you… god, I got so wet!

I loved knowing you wanted to see me in something so filthy.

/God/, I can feel you so hard inside me - you like the dirty talk as much as the lingerie, don’t you?

I fucking /love/ turning you on like this. 

I love that you can be so kind, and sweet, and caring - and also want to fuck my brains out like a dirty bitch. 

Aren’t you glad you’re with someone who wants that too?

Do you think you deserve it? Go on; let me hear you say you deserve it. 

That’s it. What kind of a girlfriend do you deserve?

/That’s/ right. You deserve a slutty little /bitch/, who’se desperately in love with you, who’s gonna dress up in your favorite lingerie, and fuck your brains out for the sheer pleasure of it.

/Fuck/, babe, this feels so good. I love you so much. 

Yeah? If I keep on at this pace, are you gonna cum?

Me too.

*ragged breathing/moaning*

Yeah… yeah-!

[they cum together; a few deep breaths as she recovers. Feel free to add any adlib you feel would be appropriate; also okay to leave it as is]

God, babe. That was hot. I love watching you cum. And /feeling/ you, feeling you tense up inside me-!

I could get used to this. Getting dressed up in something obnoxiously sexy. Seeing you lose your shit as you look at me. 

Hey.

Is it okay that I kind of… pushed, a little? 

Okay. 

You’re so reluctant to talk about it. Getting any details from you is like pulling teeth. And that’s fine, that’s fair, just - the more I know, the better I can, I dunno, undo it? 

Like - I really want to love you the way you need. But if you can’t tell me what that is I’m left guessing, or trying to be hyper-alert for little signs like today.

And I mean, to be clear - if that’s what it takes, that’s okay. I’ll figure it out the hard way if I have to. Just, it’d go a lot faster if you helped me out.

I know. I know you’re going as fast as you can. And, babe - it’s enough. /Really/.

I’m sorry you had to- well, I won’t quite say /waste/, but at least /spend/ - all that time with- with someone who didn’t… appreciate you. But. Now you’ve got me. And I have it on good authority that I’m /pretty/ great, so.  

*kiss* I love you too.