Uh oh, my kinks are showing.
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Ah, the spanking tree. Why have all our good, old-fashioned customs fallen by the wayside in this crazy modern world?
Ah, just perfect…
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Ugh, dying to put my nose there…
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“Stand, please,” he bade her. They both knew there was no other recourse for her. She had not practiced, and her fingers had been unaccountably clumsy as a result. There was no use explaining that her chaperon had insisted that she spend every night for the past week attending various house parties.
She bit her lip as she unhappily stood. Raising herself up on her toes, she stretched her forearms out across the top of the piano, feeling the open, lacy chemise raise completely off her tops of her already abused bottom.“You know the rules,” he reminded her.
Her face turning bright red in humiliation, she presented her breasts to him: she adjusted her position so that her breasts rested on top of the piano as well, the plump handfuls of flesh lying on the wood as though on a serving tray. He stroked the soft tops of them, thinking to himself he would enjoy making them color as deeply as the globes of her ass.
Dios mío.
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And if it pleases you, you are welcome to presume that this is why I carry that pocket knife.
I should, but I shouldn’t.
➜ Quickies in New York: Something of My Own
Whenever we fuck we have to film it so her husband can watch us later.
The first few times I obsessed over the camera angle, the lighting, and the pacing of the show. I wanted to spend time editing, and I wanted it to be art. After a while I realized that I misunderstood. He didn’t want art….
Lately my personal theme has been all about intimacy, IRL.
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