Love hurts
I slam the door behind me as I shake the snow off my Earth boots, the scent of cigarette smoke fills my nose, warm and comforting so unlike the outside wind. He comes to greet me, placing the burning smoke in the Elvis ashtray ( that came from Graceland itself) on the kitchen table, wrapping his arms around me and staining my lips with a nicotine kiss. The conversation is minimal and fluffy but the stares are intense, as we both know what it is coming. I head to the bar to make myself a drink, passing the bedroom I see the bed cleared and the restraints already in place. The whiskey dances atop the few ice cubes, the introduction of warm and cold a reenactment of my homecoming. After sipping on my cocktail, the time has come, the anticipation too great, and I let myself be led to the bedroom. Undressing in a slow and seductive manner, I am watched, eyes from inside the room burn my skin, but it is the ones from outside I am imagine to be in agony, the neighbors who take advantage of our blind-less windows.
First the wrists are bound, then the ankles, I allow a blindfold to be tied around my eyes, for above all, I love not being able to see…. It allows all reality to be changed, the normalcy of sex can finally be closed off and the optical restraints allow one to forgo any qualms and let the imagination run wild. Soft kisses blend with the crack of a whip, the leather caresses my body as does the hot breath. I melt into the cotton sheets as my tongue wraps around a hard dick, my pussy is wet, waiting to be explored. A flame, hot wax… three little drops to awaken senses often ignored.
I try and keep my moans muffled so as not to awaken the already on patrol neighbors, the inability to scream makes the sex hotter, my pores scream in ways my throat can’t and I quiver, and I shake… My ankles are untied, so I can be bent and forced to take it from behind, ass red from slapping, my hair pulled and head reeled back… I am at heightened peaks, a point that can never be reached from a missionary role.
Our bodies are working together, in unison, to create a pleasure so thourough and mindnumbing it breaks all preconceived ideas of what is acceptable sex. Though violence is a color on the palette, the outcome is beauty and love.
The following pictures were taken the other night, before things got too out of hand… 
Nice photos! Were you able to deep throat that cock?
I was absolutely able to deep throat, I love a nice cock down my throat…
Color me impressed then! That’s a pretty big1.
Nice Nice.
I just hate to ask for more, but still do, so more
Amazing post , hopefully you will write some more like this
Amazing post , thank you and hopefully we will get more soon!
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so naughty post , thank you and please post more for us!
Nice
This guy is really lucky !