Story J -すみれ-

可愛らしく懇願する瞳

私を下から見上げ

伝えたい想いを心に潜め

許可が降りるまで

言ってはいけないと我慢する貴方

頭では我慢をしているのに

体は素直に反応していた

期待という名の欲望が滴り落ちる

私の足で懇願する瞳を覆う

耐えきれず漏れる声

私に触れるときはすべて許可がいる

瞳を覆うその足に

触れたくても触れられないもどかしさ

行場のない手が宙に浮く

I allow it. Touch.

そう言うと

まるで繊細なガラス細工を扱うように触れ

その後は溢れ出た感情と一緒に

情熱的に私の足を握りしめた

Please allow me to surrender myself to Mistress.

私が深く入ると

枕を噛み締めて快感に悶える貴方

我慢と解放

愛と罪悪感の間で

揺らぐその姿は

最高に淫らで美しく

愛おしい

すみれ

花言葉は「誠実な愛」

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Eyes that plead so sweetly,

looking up at me from below,

holding the feelings you wish to voice

quietly within your heart,

enduring in silence,

knowing you must not speak

until permission is given.

Though your mind clings to restraint,

your body responds with honest devotion—

desire, called expectation,

slowly spilling over.

With my legs,

I cover those pleading eyes.

A voice escapes you,

unable to endure any longer.

To touch me,

permission is required for everything.

Even the legs that veil your sight—

you long to reach them,

yet cannot.

That frustration,

your hands with nowhere to go,

hover helplessly in the air.

I allow it. Touch.

At those words,

you touch me

as though handling the most delicate glasswork—

and then, together with the emotions that overflow,

you grip my legs

with unrestrained passion.

Please allow me to surrender myself to Mistress.

As I move deeper,

you bite into the pillow,

writhing in pleasure.

Caught between restraint and release,

between love and guilt,

the way you waver—

so exquisitely lewd,

so beautiful,

so deeply dear.

Violet.

Its flower language:

“faithful love.”