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Passionate Kisses Continue
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Passionate Kisses Continue Honor. Integrity. Loyalty. He has displayed these sacred traits during the last several months while I was owned by another. Often my side my events and other parties, he stood as my friend. No excessive temptation nor disrespectful pressure to disobey. He did not understand my relationship, though would not speak negatively of my choices. His patience was rewarded by being the first arms after my owner released . I had not had sex except for a few minutes one special evening in well over four months. The last beating I had experienced was by his hand over five months ago. Needless to say my flesh and soul desperately needed attention. He texted when he arrived to pick up early from work. Even from across the street his eyes spoke volumes. "Someday" was here and now. The hunger. The genuine caring and compassion. The gentle seduction. I traversed the distance between floating on a rainbow of bliss. We stood staring in each other's eyes as rivers salted my cheeks. A breif touching of the lips before his embrace. He tucked my his chin. The beard he grew the start of the year is special to as it wiped the wetness away. Time stood still as I listened to the soft rhythmic beating of his heart. Comforted, we released. When we were ready to leave, his gentlemanly manners shined as he opened the door to his vehicle for me. As he charioted me to our dungeon destination, our hands caressed each other's arms sending shivers through me. His signature "Dad jokes" caused my dimples to ache from the smile and laughter upon arrival. He walks always closest to the street when I am on his arm. When he holds my hand, his thumb holds mine his to display my wilful submission. Inside the dungeon privacy my friends are waiting. Hugs and more hugs as all are reunited. He was there the night I met her. We sat around the fire as I savored cigars, joints and fellowship. Poor dear was subject to my desires. I moved his chair to where I was practically on top of him. My fingers seeked solice in his thick beard and hair. Jokes, riddles, laughter and sweet reminiscing filled the air. There is a guy on his way home. A man in a mask stops him. In 20 yes/no questions or less, can you guess why the man didn't make it home? Giggles. I put my hand on his rosie cheek and lured his eyes into contact with mine. Voices seemed to empty into the vacuum of space as we travelled into the depths of each other's souls though the iris. His thin lips trembled as they took an eternity to build the tension between us, slowly coming closer. A last gasp inhaled sharply between my slightly parted lips when the space between ended. Like a nervous I allowed him to kiss . I let him have control, savoring his sensual kisses. Looking desperately in his eyes, I sought salvation. Many minutes passed before the surrounding conversations came back into focus when our lips parted. A few more laughs were had before I stood up, looking like the kitten who ate the canary. I stuck my thumb in my mouth and my other hand reached out for him to join me. "It's time." I said in a factual voice. My blank crept into a grin. We located the right space and I ripped off my dress. It was my time of month. In an attempt to be in little mode I used a diaper for sanitary purposes. I felt ashamed standing in front of him. My head lowered and my fingers intertwined behind my back. My feet shifted nervously from side to side. Had he forgiven me? I had abandoned him against my word for another. Would I have any stamina? He brought his extra large toy bag. What was my pain threshold? Blood has never been an issue, will it get in the way tonight? Thoughts flooded my head until his fingers pinched my nipples. He instructed me to finish disrobing and hop up on the padded foot long rectangular box. Giggles and wetness. My hiney swished about as if my cat tail was visible. The cool air clashed with my bloody mess that mixed with the clear juices that flooded from the extreme passion he elicited. Although he had shown vigor ravenously devouring my menses previously, the goddess flow would hender the safety of his tools of pleasure. He gathered wet and dry rags for cleansing purposes and excused himself as I bathed. Meow. Purrs. Stretch kitty kitty. On my hands and knees crawling about, I was thrilled when he returned. Excitement beemed from my naked flesh. While he was absent, my hunger grew. My for the night instructed to turn around and present my ass. On my hands and knees, my buttocks was his to swat. His bare handed spankings produced excruciating pain. Pain equals orgasms. I must endure to capture the elusive pleasure I deserve. My little drummer man. His rhythm and stamina generated waves of orgasms while I squirmed about. His hands repetitively striking my ass made the most erotic slapping sounds. I laughed as the endorphins flooded my senses. His slid his arm around my waist to pull me close to him. His knee was raised into a position on the bench that allowed me to rest sensually upon it. My arms snaked into holding him as he took his time to showcase his perfect percussion. He helped me stand up as he lead me to the Saint Andrew's Cross. I positioned myself only to receive his relocating my flesh for the right reception of implements. Ass further out, spread the legs more, arms higher and head down. His soft hands were substituted for verbal commands. He is not a sadist. As long as the pain produced smiles and laughter, he played a symphony upon my skin. My moans of pleasure were rewarded with longevity. My muscles relaxed into the pain to where all tension other than orgasmic bliss melted away. After an hour, my breasts, belly, back, butt and legs vibrated from his continuous attention. He guided me to a sofa and sat down. Patting the cushion, he offered me a seat. I sat facing him as my legs blanketed his lap. My head was on his shoulder as he pet his kitten. Hungry for our intimacy I lifted my head. He produced the most peaceful sensations within my soul as we stared into each other's eyes. His lips hovered close as his breath filled my lungs. Eyes wide open, his sensuous kisses commenced. Time ceased existence, while the brushing of lips crescendo. Parting is such sweet sorrow. |
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7/19/2019 8:37 am |
I'll make you my kitty too... love the vivid imagery!! Such kinkiness and sensuality should be worshipped love
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