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You get a different perspective of life when you view it from your knees. For the vanilla world, rituals are often the killers of desire as you get into a rut. For my master and me, however, certain rituals enhance our relationship.
You let yourself in and follow the sounds emanating from the bedroom. M is on all fours on the bed. Her tits are bruised and her nipples red and puffy. She's naked, save a blindfold, and there are mascara'd tears seeping from underneath the satin mask.
Once we started going to lap-dancing clubs, we couldn't stop. It was my boyfriend that initially persuaded me to go, but after the first time, we were as bad as each other.
It's late in the evening, the front door bangs as you kick it closed with your foot. I hear the familiar thump thump, as your shoes hit the floor and the clatter of keys and pennies on the side as you unload your pockets.
He's not entirely convinced he's doing the right thing as he lets her cuff his wrists to the metal struts of her bedhead.
I didn't know her name and I still don't. We met in a bar in Brighton. It was one of those hot sultry nights in July.he type of hot sticky night when it just doesn't cool down.
Few girls air their most personal fantasies. Shannon though, had just the one teensy weensy daydream. To be tied-up and spanked soundly! Just eighteen now, she most certainly had the body
7pm at the hotel" was all his text had said. She walked into the hotel lobby shaking the rain from her umbrella. It hadn't stopped raining all day. Moisture drenched the air with a close humidity that made