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'There is no fear in giving of yourself in the most primal basic way, only the fear one day you'll lose the need to give of yourself.'*clears throat*
I quote myself:
"If you're gonna' jump, jump. If you're scared, say you're scared."
Don't tell me you want to play in my world and then show fear. We call that dinner.
I.e. chickenshits!
Your arms are trembling from keeping them aloft for so long. Your knees attempting to buckle, your shoulders shaking. You are not accustomed to restraining yourself.
As I've informed you for so long in our conversations, there is a difference between between being bound by rope and being bound by word. I am not content with merely accepting your body. In allowing me to tie you up, you give to me your body and trust. But in binding you with words, you give to me your mind and self; proving you are worthy of being mine. Soon, my darlin, I will reward you for giving yourself to me. I can feel you, taste you, hear you wanting the sweet vicious release. I can feel your pleading rasping within your busom.
My mind drifts as I listen to your words in my ear. Your voice gives me a sense of peace, focus as I start to think about our past conversations. You know it is easier for me to be bound with rope, easier to give my body and my trust than to give you my mind. . .my soul. I want it though, my arms begging for release, my knees ready to give at any moment, sweat rolling down my neck and spine, I can feel my body starting to fail. Not from pain but from the task of remaining in one position for so long.
When the pleasure becomes to much whimpering pleas start to escape my lips. . ."Sir please . . . I need to cum so badly . . . I don't think I can stand here much longer . . . Sir, please . . ."
I tighten my fingers behind my head as I wait for your response. . .
Such sweet agony I hear in your whimpered pleas. You words uttering your body's beseeching for release. I feel your thighs quivering, your juices running down your thighs, covering my hands, succulent savor awaiting to quench my thirst. Yes, now I believe you are ready. "Cum for me, darlin" I mummer.
As I feel the orgasm hit my body my legs start to shake. I'm fighting to stay on my feet. . .clenching my hands behind my head. I caught between the burning pain in my arms and the feeling of your fingers working inside my pussy while your thumb works on my clit. Through uncontrollable moans I tell you I am going to fall. Hoping you heard me I let go and allow the wave of pleasure to take me. . .my eyes roll into my head. . .my breathing becomes ragged. . .I feel my legs give way. . .but I keep my hands behind my head. . .
You sway, overcome with pleasure, with release of mind and body. Still keeping your hands behind, you fall foward...into my arms. Your back across my thighs, I support your shoulders with my other arm. My fingers never leave inside of you. I lean foward, inhaling your exhalation of exilleration....feeling your thighs clench, and I take your lips with mine as you experience the full and final throes of extacy.
*gives you both a standing ovation and a bottle of baby oil for your next story*
*shakes baby oil*
Seems Bash is no where to be found. . .wanna help me get a head start on the baby oil?
give me another few weeks and I'll let ya, heck i might be able to just about handle putting the cuffs on by then. I can't heal quick enough I tell ya.
*puts on nurses hat*
Time for your spongebath Missy Vamp
I swear if I had a nurse like you at the hospital the wing I was in would have been in shock from the noises I would be making! And the thought is erotic as hell!
Chantily said:I 'll have to bid ya good night though as I still have work to do and break is over *pouts*
Leaving so soon? but i've only just started.
Only just started huh?
Only just started huh?
makes ya wonder what he's doin with the baby oil
darlin, that was merely foreplay.
*swoons*
no swooning yet, darlin'. you have to keep up your stamina.
For?
I run my fingers through your hair, telling you what a good girl you are. I pull your hair back, turning your face to me....leaning over...kissing you. One hand still in your hair, I unfasten my pants...letting them fall to the floor. You lick your lips, hoping, awaiting to take me in your mouth...
Alas, a pet begging for attention and me absorbed in my work....