Faye's Quest for the Most Comfortable Position on Her Partner's Face
Faye lay on the floor, her gaze fixated on the male form lying face down before her. She had a distinct purpose in mind as she took a moment to strategize her next move. This guy had no idea that he was about to become her human furniture, and she couldn't help but chuckle quietly to herself.
She reached out and gently grabbed his shoulders, not applying any pressure as yet. Slowly but surely, she pulled him towards her, until his head was mere inches from her groin area. Her fingers danced lightly across his scalp, feeling the underlying muscles tense up in anticipation.
Maintaining eye contact, she began to explore different sitting positions on his face. She tried resting her weight on her elbows first, then her forearms, and finally, she settled onto her palms flat against the floor. Her thighs hovered over his face as she tested out the comfort levels of each position.
As she shifted her weight from one area to another, tiny moans of pleasure escaped her lips unbidden. The feeling of control was exhilarating, and she couldn't help but revel in it. For once, it seemed like she was calling all the shots.
Her partner's face turned a deep shade of red as he struggled to breathe under her weight. She watched with a mix of amusement and curiosity, trying to gauge his reaction to her various positions.
Finally, she settled into a position where she could feel every groan and whimper escape his lips. His face was red as a beet, and she could see the outline of her inner thighs through his closed eyelids. She grinned triumphantly, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over her.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his cheek. "Which one did you like best?" she whispered huskily, her breath fanning over his skin.
His voice was barely audible as he mumbled out a response. "The one where you're sitting on your palms... it feels like I'm under a weighted blanket."
Faye laughed softly, feeling a twinge of satisfaction. She continued to maintain her hold on him, her weight pressing down on his face in a vice-like grip. As she sat there, basking in the power she wielded, she couldn't help but wonder what else she could do to make this experience even more... comfortable for her.
