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| Welcome to what is supposed to be an insight to the person on the other side.
More to follow when I am inspired to write, feel free to be that inspiration...
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I imagine our meeting as somewhat awkward initially, you?re unsure what I?m thinking what I expect and me, I wonder what your expectations are from this encounter but as I look at you I see the end result. We sit across from each other and smile, the introductions of meeting seeming to stutter along, but gradually we warm to each other, the attraction growing. I reach out and touch your hand as it rests near the glass on the table and a warm glow pours into you. My finger touches you and without a word you understand how I am, firm but caring... Insistent on what I want.
We get up and leave together, thoughts of being together far removed from curious eyes rushes unbidden to your mind. Images race uncontrolled driving you to distraction as I slip the key into the lock and we move in to the darkened room beyond. I turn to face you as the door closes my breath quickening. I step up to you my lips hovering teasingly close to your ear and whisper ?Strip girl.? A moment of hesitation jolts through you but your hand drifts up unbidden to unclasp the first button of your shirt. You look up and see the dark glimmer in my eyes as I look down at you as the buttons slip open one by one. ?What a pretty thing I have...? my voice purrs out quietly, ?I have something in mind for you? and motion to the bed, lengths of rope draped up from the corner posts.
Clothes drop forming a semi ring around your feet and I take your hand, leading you over to the bed. ?Hands and knees girl, I want you in the center? motioning to the space between the cords on the bed. Moving smoothly I slip the loops over your ankles, pulling each tight, holding your legs slightly apart as I tie a firm knot around each corner post. In succession loops thread around each knee pulling your thighs apart, exposing you shamelessly.
My fingers traces up the sole of your foot a tickling sensation combined with the thrill of being touched races up your body. With slow purpose my fingers trace up your calf, across your thigh and over your full round ass. I linger there the flat palm of my hand pressing in between your thighs a moment before dragging up to the small of your back. The memory of my hand between your legs causing a warm flush to fill you as I trace my fingers up between your shoulders pushing you down to your elbows with firm insistence. ?Face down, I want that ass up in the air? and guide you down, until your face is pressed against the mattress. I loop the cord rope several times over your wrists and pull your hands out tying them off to the head board. Transfixed, every inch of your naked body exposed, I begin to tracing my hands over your body, each touch making you more aware of the building need?
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| Age: 19 |
| Charlottesville,
Virginia |
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