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Comfort.. Comfort... The feel of rope on her body gave her a certain comfort. A type of release that nothing else could. Sometimes even when she would be just relaxing she would ask him to tie her. Just to feel the security of the bonds. The comfort that restraint gave her. That day, she lay in bed, reading her book, a lazy Sunday if there ever was one. He had intricately tied her from ankle to thigh, leaving her legs pinned helplessly behind her. The ache in her muscles gave her such a distinct pleasure. She was content as she read, the arousal building between her legs slowly, her mind focused on her book, yet gently consumed by the rope digging into her body. She would remain like this for some time, reading, relaxing, deliciously restrained, until he came back in. His hand would gently touch her bindings, slowly tugging at each rope, each knot, her body reacting to his fingers. He would then take her book from her, kissing her lips as he looked at her. “My turn, now, love”, he said as he let his fingers drift gently across her body. artofdomination~  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Wonderful story - how often do you dream it
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nice pic
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Very comfortable. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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