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A darkened room, only candles you see, my hand it guides you to me, i place you down upon the floor, my foot to your face whislt against the door, a demand to worship and down you go, your head bowed down so low, a taste a lick a kiss a stroke make me feel your the right bloke, an order to stand and face the wall, your body it stands so tall.
i inspect it allover an urge i feel, to stand before you in my heels. I start to stroke your shoulders with my nails, small little marks represent my trail. Your hands behind you now, i lift them quite high, a spreader bar i place down there, i dont want you to move nowhere, your eyes i cover, your head i pull back, i need to start work on your back. My nails i trail across it wide, for no area for me will hide, a gentle stroke at first i start but building up to race your heart. Sensations I create all to make you believe im your fate, a flogger i drag across your back, but be warned im no slack, silk & leather, pvc & rubber all sensations to heighten you my lover.
Nipple clamps attached to you, for me to pull they stick like glue
The rest i leave for you to vision and if your lucky enough i could be your vision.... |
