Holding feast I am served in service, you are dessert in starters place, no forks for mains, roast rare untouched on plate. Envious hunger turns to unquenched thirst tho overflowing wine poured forth upon my tongue, lips wet drinking your embrace, sinning through your hips bounty, disgrace my course spread before me. Held captive I'm my gluttony poured fourth into your glass.… 続きを読む

Empty now, desire once burning bright consumes the last fuel in raging flame, it flickers and is gone. Secrets lay bare exposed to the reflection of all fault, a magnifying of my folly and shameful greed. Consumed as a meal with poison in the final bite, fulfilled and empty once more. I cannot eat your secrets they are gone, now I starve, now I die.… 続きを読む

The SDcard loaded. Files the usual fair, A selection of photos, selfies, mostly tame adoring or adorable. Glancing at the camera looking sweet and coy, innocent beckoning to partners or lovers with over the shoulder sultry looks, bedroom eyes and inviting amounts of revealed skin. As the files progress so does the skin, more private shots, ass pushed out maximizing the curve and to a hidden communication, something hard edged hidden beneath the lace knickers. High angled cleavage shots, nipple visible and bra absent, Red lips apart ever so slightly calling for recognition of the debauchery… 続きを読む

The chair is the first thing I noticed entering the apartment, it couldn't be missed. Alone in the center of the lounge with all other furniture pushed against the walls. The rug rolled and leaning in the corner, gas fire lit so low as to produce no noticeable heat at all. The chair looks old, all iron scrolls and smooth wooden surfaces, heavy but very adjustable if you could believe the many knobs and levers. Dental maybe? or medical? I don't know what its use was before today, whatever it's past life had been, it has a new one now. Bolted securely to the floor, shiny metal brackets added… 続きを読む