When she sleeps the girl dreams as she never has before. The events of the evening, and those leading up to it play through her mind, merge with her fantasies and melt into her soul. Every detail, from the decision to buy her first piece of luxury bondage gear and that to brave her first scene event hoping as she had, to be mistaken for a domme… Every detail until their goodnight kisses, and and the click of the lock of hand and ankle straps fastening her bound limbs on their bed. Her mind processes the memory of being led from the party...
Time and again she makes to turn in her sleep or to lower an arm to replicate the caresses of her lovers and the cuffs securing her to the top of the bed. She half rouses to find herself between them with a gentling hand reminding her that her body is theirs and not her own, as it strokes her back into her dreams...The contrast between his silky hardness and gleaming gold and black Shiri Zinn luxury dildo as each claim her...The woman’s words, “Can we keep her” and her own confession that nobody will miss her until Sunday...Two more days...What...
The woman’s voice eases her from her dream, “Is our pet having trouble sleeping?” “Y-yes,” she answers as the fog swirls in her mind, “S-sorry… I was dreaming.”“Really?” the voice asks archly, and feminine fingers slide into her needy opening, “And what was our little plaything dreaming about?” She sighs in the darkness, glad that, for once, night obscures her flaming cheeks. She’d dreamt of her mistress using a leather strapon harness to make love with her, but her muscles are already flexing themselves around the invading gadget… Her body’s answer isn’t enough for them though, and his fingers take a...
They take her close, and keep her there, taking turns to kiss her mouth as she whimpers and begs until she feels on the point of tears. She wonders how they can be so cruel, wonders how the man can deny the need his insistent hardness against her makes clear, and knowing how needy the erect tips of her own breasts are she can’t understand how the woman whose stiff buds she can’t help but focus on holds back... If she had use of her hands or the freedom to move her body she would have been seeking to pleasure...
She hangs in the moment, tilts her hip…her back is already arched because of the way her arms are bound but she presses herself still further into the hands on her breasts ready…certain… Thus it is that when he withdraws from her she cries out and when their hands, and the woman’s tongue cease their attentions, she sobs in frustration. He doesn’t cum in her, or even on her. Instead she senses his movement from above her. The blonde woman, her lover, his wife lies back abandoning her, and greets him into her depths. Pangs of jealousy flash through the...
“So, you think you know me?” I teased him. Though I wasn’t teasing. He doesn’t know me. Not really. Who really knows anyone? “Yes! Don’t you think I do? It’s been a year.” “You don’t.” And it might have been a year but most of that year he’s spent with his wife and their brats, not with me, saying he wants to be with me but not always actually being there. “Surprise me.” Why should I surprise him though? He’s the one who promised surprise. Though, to be fair, he hasn’t been too bad in delivering. That high end bdsm...
