Friday, February 17, 2012
He saw her flesh, wet, pink, the culmination of months of flirting, countless chats, exchanged pictures, then her beautiful voice on skype, the phone, stolen hours at work, and now, she was about to be his.
"Please" she pleaded.
His tears fell, he raged inside, willing himself hard, but it was no use, the pills had worn off, he had folded his tent and gone home.
He loved this moment, lived for it really, as the light from the changed from a roaring presumptuous dancing yellow, to the subdued ember oranges that gave her body just the right hue.
She looked up at him and smiled, she made him so much more than he was on his own. Her fingers danced on her skin and then rested on her ribs as she positioned herself. "I love you" he whispered as her body folder around his. "I love you to."
It was the standard warnings he always ignored, but it was her birthday, so.......
First came the mutilation, the shear pain of it made her cum twice, the surprise that he did it, twice more.
The spindle was next, long, dark, and hard. She never failed to be amazed at what he could do with it.
Then....he put her in positions she only dared try in Pilattess with a coach and a paramedic, and he fucked her in every one. As he folded her in to one more position, she new she would always be his.