She knelt in the center of the black marble floor. The gold veining in the stone making her feel somehow like a precious thing, a treasure displayed. Her over sized black satin cushion seemed to merge into the sea of darkness so that she was almost floating there, waiting for them.
The walls by sharp contrast were all white marble and seemed to shoot upwards forever. The octagonal room was expansive and quiet, only the sound of her own beating heart in her ears. Then the distinct click o...
Read more...Owen watched the girl turn down the covers and set the candles in place on his bed stand. She was so careful and exacting, he wondered if there was some set way things where done. He had never really noticed. He had also not noticed when that scrawny little girl with pig tails had become this fetching young lady with a gorgeous figure. He smiled and played with his snifter of brandy as he watched her bend and straighten the quilt.
Her ass was not tiny, it was full and firm like only a yo...
Read more...The rain lashed down onto Tiffany's nude flesh as she pulled against the ropes binding her. In mock desperation she tried to escape, hearing his footfalls on the wet rooftop. The soles of his boots clicking through the shallow puddles that gathered, the steady clicking of his approach like thundering drums in her ears. She cried out softly as he neared and she surrendered, allowing her body to go almost limp as she stood there, the cold rain making her shiver slightly.
His breath in her ...
Read more...She knelt before him, eyes down cast, not meeting his gaze. She was nude except for her heels, collar and cuffs. As she knelt, she made sure that her legs were slightly spread so he could see her pussy, well shaved and lips parted slightly in arousal. The fire in her ass and shoulders still making her swoon from the flogging he had given her as a reward.
She could not look into his eyes now. Especially not now. His gaze had a power over her now that could strip her to her soul and lay he...
Read more...Her body was lithe and deadly, tight in all the right places and long. She gave the definite appearance of a cat as she walked into the room, the grace of her steps, the power of her muscles. There was nothing that was not feminine about her, she oozed the sensual glory of a woman but she was also as deadly as she was beautiful. That's what made them want her.
The leather of her outfit hugged her form tightly and outlined her in a most amazing way. The neckline plunged to the waist revea...
Read more...When I walked into the room I was struck by a sight that made me livid immediately. My pastels crushed and ground to dust, pieces of hand made watercolor paper with big smiley face drawings on them, colorful scrawling rainbows drawn on the wall and her, standing there with smears of pigments coloring her white cotton blouse, red checkered pants, and skin. Her face had a big blue smear across one cheek and little black smudges from rubbing her nose.
I took a deep breath to control my ange...
Read more..."Harlot!" He screamed as the cat-o-nine slashed across her back, leaving rips in her white poets shirt. "Whore of Satan!" He cried again and let loose with another vicious strike. She cried out and fell to the ground, the ties about her wrists leaving her dangling like a rag doll.
He knelt beside her, his breathing fast and ragged, a drool of spittle dripped from his mouth and his face was twisted into a mask of pure anger. "Tell me. Tell me or I swear to Christ almighty I will beat it ...
Read more...She on her hands and knee's, ass stuck up in the air, heavy breasts hanging down, her sweet face looking back at him. She had a pleading look that he understood. As inviting as her bare pussy was, as much as he wanted nothing more then to bury his cock deep in her and fuck the living shit out of her, he knew she needed more.
She wanted something very particular . . . no . . . that is wrong. She needed something. She needed to suffer for him. She needed to cry for him. In those tears she ...
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After moving to Lodz for some time been looking for his soul mate who would help me acclimatize better this is. Patricia met at the club, it was to be only casual sex, but something between us was born. Not feeling the love, but rather the feeling that we can trust.
Patrycja was horny as a nypho in bed, she could fuck for hours without any problems. He never refused and was always full of ideas. Until her body ... oh my god ... Her body was just hot. That's why accosted her in the club, her ass...
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I always wanted to be dominated, but I never had a woman so strong to me these emotions provide. Even if the girl said that a dominatrix, is limited only to insults or to force me to have sex when I wanted. Any attempt to introduce the domination of every day completely went out, all through my previous partner. And I just wanted to be humiliated every day, it was my imagination, having to serve a woman. I wanted to be her footstool, and when I did it with a girlfriend, just heard "stop this fooling aro...
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