She was bored, plain and simple. There was nothing on tv, all her friends were away either on holidays or working and she was stuck here, watching the house as her parents had gone to some birthday. She switched off the tv and stared at the ceiling. Without thinking or hesitation, she let her hand slip downwards, across her still soft nipples, pinching them slightly between her thumb and index finger, making them hard and aroused. She let her hand journey down further, finally reaching her skirt. She slid it up and pressed her fingers against her clit, rubbing it in circles, massaging her cu 続きを読む
SOmething written in lust
She was bored, plain and simple. There was nothing on tv, all her friends were away either on holidays or working and she was stuck here, watching the house as her parents had gone to some birthday. She switched off the tv and stared at the ceiling. Without thinking or hesitation, she let her hand slip downwards, across her still soft nipples, pinching them slightly between her thumb and index finger, making them hard and aroused. She let her hand journey down further, finally reaching her skirt. She slid it up and pressed her fingers against her clit, rubbing it in circles, massaging her cu 続きを読む
something more delicate
In many ways, she knew what to expect. As the comforting feeling of soft silk bands around her wrists were tightened, she welcomed the feelings that overcame her. The electric tingling that ran over her skin, the deep warmth that emitted from within her, the sensation that all senses were brought to their strongest, most sensible state. She let go a small sigh as the final darkened silk bands were bound behind her head, robbing her of her vision, yes, but giving back so much more. This was not a game, she knew. This was the wish to be brought to bliss in the most trusting way possible. 続きを読む