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amuse bouches
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amuse bouches She felt As though her skin would burst. Waiting for the cane to strike, her eyes trained on the floor, she breathed as she had when she was giving birth, a rolling breath that kept her body nearly motionless. Now as then, she reveled in her fecundity, the deep urge to moan, to push, she wet her lips, the ache nearly unbearable. It was Not the cane. Hands tightening around the suede extenders, her sharp intake of breath marked the moment as the leather marked her thighs. Again, higher up and she went to her toes. She heard his soft huff. What to give Him, when? His hand pushed down on her back, her arms now stretched to their limit. He pushed her head down roughly. “Watch.” “Sir?” “Watch your body.” His bare foot pushed her legs further apart and she could feel her lips open, the moistness no longer trapped inside, drops falling to the floor, which He slurred with the belt. He changed his stance, as she saw the black leather snake snap between her legs, bite her belly, her cry feral as it disappeared, bit again, each time closer. Her legs shook but not from fear, from need, watching the snake descend, her moans deeper, more guttural. His feet disappeared, she registered that, her panting so loud now, it made her wince. Where had He gone? She screamed. The cut was sharper than she’d imagined possible. She choked back the second cry, the leather raising a long weal on her other cheek. The blows came quickly then, a staccato beat as she half mewled, half groaned, moving through purple, cobalt blue, raging orange to an icy white flame so cold, so hot so blissful as the belt wove its way across her body to her breasts, striking the soft white skin, her nipples so taut. The snake, wet, oily, now only 10 inches long, wrapped tightly around his hand. She watched it inch up her thigh, her legs shaking, mesmerized. His feet were back between hers, a hand pressing down on the small of her back. The snake was stiff, inching upward, she pushed back, her need primal, the feel of the snake entering her eliciting a sigh of relief as He<b> twisted </font></b>the belt inside her, pushing it deep. She groaned as it came out, covered with creamy whiteness, her body bucked. He slid three fingers deep inside, hooking her, pulling her back towards him. Releasing her hands, He placed her at the edge of the bed, heels on his shoulders. “Pull yourself open, now.” As she did, the belt slapped down on her swollen clit. she arched, eyes wild. “You are so ready to come. What do you think, one more slap?” She nodded, her eyes begging for release. “I’m hungry. Shall we eat? You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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the power exchange in a bdsm relationship is a wondrous thing. perhaps I shall take time during dinner to write a piece about my first understanding of it. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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WE, I was near Release...but then it was Dinner Time  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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Yes, it is the power exchange, verbal scolding, forced feminization, humiliation and a little pain that does it....for me!
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Oh.... He's Good! 
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Caning, now you're talking!  
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Wow wicked this guy is really good  hugsss V mmmmmmmmm Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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2/17/2017 1:36 pm |
wow, great reading. and would love to say but. I don't want to get in trouble.. I already have a person on here that got mad at me. face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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I wonder how many people on here really know what amuse bouche is!! Perfectly written my friend! Quite a tasty read (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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I was going to say the same thing that Poco said, it was a great title for this piece. Oh my! kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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Just a little taste to build the anticipation... Vive La Difference
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I suspect that your dinner while contemplating a follow up piece was probably a lengthy affair. How one's mind can wander while re-living such intense experiences. As always, very nicely written wickedeasy.
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