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The Girl of All your Fetish Fantasies.

Imagine: You. Sitting. Blindfolded. Bound. Vulnerable. A whisper of  vanilla and amber musk. I am there with you. The caress of silky thighs on your face. The heat of my panty covered sex so close, warming your flesh with desire. Continue…if you dare.

Imagine: The feathery tumble of my hair against your chest. My breath, hot and moist, teasing over your nipples. Soft lips so close to your body. A bite. Pain, sharp, fluid, coursing down your torso. A dull ache as I release, and blood comes pounding back. Throbbing. My tongue, wet, soothing, pressing over your wound. Pleasure or pain? Continue…if you dare.

Imagine: You. Bound. Bent over.  The sound of metal slipping into place.    Snap. Leather straps against silky skin. Quiet. Hold still. Hands smoothing over your ass cheeks. Spreading. Opened. God. No. Not that. Cold, impersonal smooth glass pushing into you. Thick. Unyielding. Slicing in. Filling you up. Feel it.  Does it hurt? Do you want more? Moan for me. Suffer for me. Struggle as I pound into you. Give in to me. You are mine. Mine. Continue…if you dare.

Imagine: Nails raking over your chest. Down. Down. Ribbons of sensation tattooed into your body. Stop? No? Yes? Hands, taking hold of your cock, cradling your balls. Cool. Strong. Powerful. Twisting. Squeezing. Your mind explodes from it. Release. Relief. Then calm. Breathe now. Breathe. Continue…if you dare.

Imagine: You. After. Breathing. Recovering. Holding me. Looking into my eyes. Released. Still hungry. Anticipation. Promises. Your turn now. Take me until the hunger is gone. Make me pay. Make me your whore. Your slut.  Your submissive. I want you. Continue…if you dare.

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Dare to imagine. Dare to dream. Dare to call. 

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