With my hands tied behind my back, my main concern was my hair. He desired it untied so it would frame my face in wavy locks, loosely hanging past my shoulders.
I liked that look on myself, but I had a small concern. If I moved my head, would my hair end up in my face? I disliked hair sticking to me when I was hot and sweaty.
Continue reading “Rope Play”Tossing and turning isn’t going to help me get some rest, Alexandra thought as she rolled around on the big futon, trying to stay underneath the warmth of the electric blanket.
It was cold in the room, but warm in the bed. Her skin tingled. She kept thinking about him, how they left it last time they were together. How the pull to join, with lips and pussy and cock, had increased in strength and intensity.
Continue reading “Longing for orgasmic release”
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