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Geschreven door: Broken-wings Master's Recourse I weave tapestries with the senses of my desires. Colors of varied hues reaching through the windows Down to the core of the soul I have played melodies with my fingers Over delicate curves and into sublime valleys Breathing in essences that, in me - compels my hand The torrent of emotions that scar so beautifully Engulfs so completely and renders every resistance so uniquely obsolete Seeping along the sights and sounds Movements and cadences of agony Such agony – such music Beyond measure of time as pleasure laces punishment And pain evolves into excitement and exhilaration A staccato of gasps and moans between cracks and whistles Tremors that not only wrack the edges of consciousness But beat their rhythm on the very soul When sight no longer leads the blurry lights And speech no longer the mundane, but A deep enticing conversation of purrs, growls and moans Restraints that free the soul to explore the boundaries For in this hand I hold your surrender And in the other I hold your love Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: The Lost Underworld of Aguadoria(<10 minuten)Fantasie - BDSM, Bondage, Dom / sub, Masturbation, Reluctance His subject turned into a willing subject The King is Lost(<10 minuten)Fantasie - Autoritair, Bondage, Cock & ball torture, Dom / sub, Female Domination, Masturbation The king gets caught and gets edged until he can't take anymore. The Beach(<10 minuten)Fantasie - Autoritair, BDSM, Bondage, Dom / sub, Exhibitionisme, Oral Sex, Wreed She didn't think her vacation was going to start like this Fishing camp(<10 minuten)Waargebeurd - Female exhibitionist, Pijpen, Reguliere sex Tina and her hubby flew to a remote lake in Wisconsin to get the fishing camp ready for fishing season. Elizabeths day off by the pool(<10 minuten)Fictie - Dwang, Pijpen Elizabeth had the day off and decided to get an all-over tan | ||||