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The Belt.... The Belt.... She walked into the dimly lit room, having followed the instructions precisely.... her attire as requested, a loose cotton gown barely covering her small frame... falling from her shoulders, rising to reveal her thighs.... nothing else He had said.... this was no performance, nothing for show, this was just a Man and a woman connecting, instinctively, primally, powerfully.... The trepidation was churning in her belly, no clue had been given as to what the night would unveil .... the room was timeless, candles, a fire, a chair, a footstool, a day bed.... peering around in the gloom she noted a bottle of wine on a table the chair, some fruit, some cheese.... she smiled but knew better than to partake... Stepping towards the fire she noted something placed with purpose on the floor... looking down she recognised the belt.... the soft worn leather, the silver buckle... His.... Reaching down she collected the belt in her hands.. unsure what it meant, what she was supposed to do... her fingers caressed the leather that had been around His body... she lifted it to her face and held it there for a moment... Clearing her mind she knelt between the fire and the chair... lowering gracefully as she could not dispel the feeling that she was being watched, studied..... shifting to settle her asscheeks on her heels, gown loose around her, falling from one shoulder.... hands sliding down her smooth thighs to her knees to ease them apart before stroking back up over her flesh, one fingertip sweeping between her full exposed labia, a small smile on her lips as she feels her arousal... continuing hands over her belly, ribs, cupping her breasts under the fabric... her nipples hard, tits aching.... finally lifting her hair from her shoulders to her head and taking a hair band to fasten it there... She inhales deeply and lifts the belt... passing it from one hand to the other around her neck... the leather warm, soft, deceptively pliable in her hands... threading the belt through the buckle, she sighs as she slides the belt to sit snug around her slender neck... the loose leather hanging down between her breasts and hanging over her mound.. her clithood ring glinting below it.... Closing her eyes.... she waits.... |
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The warm, soft, pliable leather and the glistening clithood ring... destined to have a violent meeting? 
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that's a pretty image in the mind
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6/13/2021 4:00 am |
I can help with that
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