True Sex Stories: Je Te Regardais Le Changement

Bound...and ready for pleasure.

I stand in the darkened coolness of the hotel room mesmerized by the way she looks back at me with eyes of almond and chocolate. Her head is twisted over a small tattooed shoulder, small face framed by tousled dark halo

. The vertical bars of her arms extend over her, cuffed and attached to the lanyard that extends her.

Soon... soon, she shall dangle for me as I seek to pull her from her tethers by her sweet, welcoming, wetness; my large, strong hand, cupping, gripping, squeezing her most sensitive spaces as I lift her from the floor and marvel as her pretty painted toes glitter like diamonds in the caliginous light.

The excited trepidation within her sends a tremble of fear and excitement of what I am about to do to her. She watches me as I stand naked behind her, the heavy coil of soft rope I will first use to flog her, gripped in my hand and she shivers involuntarily.

The luscious dark lashes flutter as her lids become heavy with desire and she arcs her small back, lifting her ass and presses her breasts, her hardened nipples, into the cold, stained, wood of the door.

Pressing my large body into her, my cock nestling against the cleft of her ass and the sweep of her lower back, her warm, vincible skin an electric kiss to my own.

I extend a hand and take her throat and chin and pull her head back and up as her soft, pliable lips part to meet my own... and I am once again - lost within her tides...

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