we
walked down
wooden
stairs
i
swung my head
under
a low
clearance
then
she was
unpacking
ropes and
a
little soft rug and
toys
and purple rings
and
ribbons and
handing
me impressive
sharp
shears
in
case of
emergency
she
was nude
a
few seconds
until
she wasn't;
brown
taut fibers
snaked
around her
hips
and ass and
those
thirsty thighs,
thick
like in a
music
video,
so
much flank
to
shake
it
shivers
heavily
around
the bone
for
a moment i
just
want to stand
her
up and play
with
all that leg,
take
her from
behind
and dance
against
so much ass,
dance
with so much woman
knots
over other knots
form
brown braids
secured
to purple
carabiners
hung by
purple
ribbons tied
to
thick white
synthetic
knots about
a
support beam
then
she is
nearly
in flight, first
improvising
a headrest
and
another line
under
her seat
for
support so
lewd
new pockets
of
her swell
between
the ropes
i
can't keep my
fingers
from prowling
down,
finding so
much
wetness, when
it
occurs to me
that
i must train
myself,
learn to
build
anticipation,
tease
skin,
inflict
pain, inspire pleasure in
calculated
stair-steps
this
time though
she
hung there and
i
was rubbing her
deep
and frantic
she
was reaching
out
with hand
and
mouth for me so
i
walked around to
feed
her but couldn't
take
much more
than
a few good
swallows
before
suiting
up in rubber
lifting
her legs
onto
my shoulders
sinking
in and
driving
all
that soft
white
thigh mine
to
guide and spread and hug
and
slap against or
just
plain slap
pink
orange nipples
grinding
against the rope and
i
don't have enough
tools
or hands or cocks
to
give her everything
i
wish to
hung
up there
in
front of me
gift
wrapped
gushing
mildly
crying
out guttural
awesome
sounds and
our
shared refrain
fuck,
fuck, fuu-uuuck
even
through my sheath
i
can tell its
working
moisture
at the base
of
me, she's starting to
soak
my balls
and
i'm using
my
standing leverage
holding
the ropes
slamming
roughly now
primal
fucking
i'm
glad for the
dimmer
switch sensation
of
the condom because
i
can use my whole
weight
as her
instrument
of
pleasure and
focus
on her sounds,
her
eyes going soft,
and
for a distracted
sliver
of time i am
reverent
thinking
one day
she
might feel me truly
sailing
at full mast inside
but
this time we let the
hunger
and urgency
own
us
she
hangs there and
i
tear into it
mad
for her cunt
deranged
and strangely
empowered
beyond my
imagination
as
she eases down
after
and we catch
our
breath she tells me
this
was a first
for
her too
then
i know she's
in
it
i
am loved and trusted
and
talk is cheap
in
the face
of
real experiences
real
exercises
pure
action
we
gather up the evidence
sleep
a while on her bed
before
i yield and
make
a timely exit
trusting
this
won't
be the last
first
time
for
us
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