Softly, our lips meet. As I'm laying on the bed, with the man of my dreams, all sorts of thoughts run through my head: is this right? Am I that cheap? What if anyone finds out? I sigh, deep in my mind, because my lips are captured by that man, that, that horrible man. I try to squiggle my way out of the man's strong, muscular, but yet warm arms, but to no avail. I scream for help in my mind, because the man still keeps my lips in unwanted bondage. His big, brown eyes are fixated into my small, light blue eyes. What can I do? He is strong...savage...the man of my dreams. I must be out of my mind, loving a guy like that. From the corner of my eye I can see that his right hand is now trying to reach for something. "What is that?" I ask in my mind. No sooner than that something shiny whizzes rapidly past my eyes. "Hand cuffs!" I exclaim in my mind. Hand cuffs! "No, no, mister, no! Don't tie me up, don't! Someone, help! Please!" Tears start running from my eyes, as this Neanderthal man holds my arms and cuffs them to the posts of the bed. My mouth is now free, but I cannot scream. My tongue has frozen, but my legs have not. With my foot I kick the man: that was a fatal mistake. "You are going to pay for that, bitch!" he says, with a sadistic tone in his voice. I cannot speak, still I cannot, though I want it so badly...but then: "I want to be punished. I kicked you. Punish me!" Those words, that just came from my mouth, turn his sadistic smile into sadistic laughter. What kind of man is he...I still love him. "I love you," I whisper, as the man whips and strokes my hard cock simultaneously...I don't know if he heard those words...it doesn't matter.
RRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!! RRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!! The phone is ringing. Startled, my tormentor takes the reciever takes the receiver to his ear. "****** speaking, who is this? Yes... Oh, ok. ... but I'm kind of busy right now and, yeah... right... ok. Bye." He smacks the receiver back on the phone and hunches on the side of the bed in thought. Immobile, I watch up at his tanned, muscular back, which hides his strong arms, crossed before his wide chest. Those arms, which just embraced me, caressed me and I imagine the shivering pleasure of his whips that still tingle on my stomach in persistent justice. My love, what will he do to me further?
He gets up.
"I have an appointment, sorry to leave you so soon." Mortified by this sudden turn, this unsuspected change in atmosphere, nearly babbling I exclaim "but what.. why, are you, for whom.. what about me.." and such. Meanwhile, oblivious to my distress he fastens his boots and pulls on his shirt and jacket. Cutting off my incoherent protest midsentence: "I'm going bowling with the guys. Sayonara." The door clicks shut and he is gone.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404.
After several days of neglect, I am still handcuffed to the bed post, when the cleaning lady enters the room. "Please, help me out of these cuffs!" I squirm with a leathery tongue. However she just stands there perplexed, not having expected me here, and especially not in this situation. She just stands there. I can't find the courage to lift my head. After all, not just this position, but my digestional system had not ceased its function whereas I had clearly been unable to reach the lavatory. Perhaps the lady was just too grossed out by the stench. "Please..." I was begging here, and in thoughts I added nearly unconsciously "and then please kill and dispose of me."
nr 1, are u going to follow up this story?