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Morning She had fallen to sleep in a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss. The combination of pleasure and pain had pushed her to levels she never knew existed. The smell of<b> leather </font></b>was oddly intoxicating. He knew just which sensation she craved at just the right time. Would he still be here when she opened her eyes? Did she want him to be there when she awoke? If he wasn't, how would she ever find someone else who would push her to such ecstasy? -It must be morning. I can hear the traffic outside. I'm opening my eyes but all I see is black. Maybe I need to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Am I dreaming? My arms won't move. They seem to be locked to my upper thighs. I feel like I should be concerned but somehow, I am strangely excited. I am trying to remember last night but it's all a blur of multiple orgasms. OK, I remember the blindfold...that must be why everything looks black. And then there was...... OMG, Am I imagining it or is there warm breath on my neck? I sense lips grazing my neck, but it feels as though an electric shock is shooting between my legs. Which sensation has he chosen for me next? Will it be pleasure or pain? Which one do I crave the most? The caress of the tongue or the sting of the leather? I don't care - I'm ready. I need it. Please.......................... And then it never came. I laid there for what seemed like an hour. No breath, no lips, no voice. Nothing.......... OMG. Is that<b> leather </font></b>I smell? |
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