She looks at me with such intent. Moistening her lips with her slow, tempting tongue, her thoughts can almost be read like a blog post. Her single index finger trails down my chest, along the path of desire, and her nail scrapes to a stop at the peak of my throbbing head. I am hers.
There is no desire to leave, but there is no expectation of choice either. Her smile is devilish as she caresses my sack, scraping her nails along the way. With my body under restraint, there is nothing I could do to protest it anyway. The warm glow of a freshly spanked butt cheek, sends sexual shocks through my body.
She reveals a table of toys, oils and devices of sexual seduction and destruction. Raising an eye brow she says only one thing. She asks, "Do you have one last request?" Taking in a deep breath I say, "Make it hurt a little bit."
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7:24 pm Sunday, 20th May, 2018
I have to be honest, the restrictions here are wonky. I get censored on words that plain don't make sense. Most of my content is tamer than what you can pick up in major book stores. |
