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Bondage and ass candles
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RESTRAINING ORDERS
I want to write about a little surprise I cooked up for my lover last week. I
invited him to dinner and fixed his favorite spaghetti dish. He ate heartily
and asked what was for dessert. I smiled and told him dessert was being served
upstairs. He followed me to the nice hot bath that I had waiting. We sat in
the tub that was full of foaming suds. I opened the wine and we sipped while
massaging each other's body. I was delighted to feel his dick grow hard at my
soft strokes. I knew that it was time to move on to the bedroom.
We sprawled across my big brass bed. I straddled him, rubbing my hot
crotch against his dick. I asked him if he minded being tied up. After promis-
es from me that I wouldn't hurt him in any way, he agreed.
I used some strips of Velcro that I had brought home from the hospital
where I work. They are soft as they are used to restrain patients. I tied
them around each of his wrists, securing them to the brass bedposts. He looked
sweet and vulnerable all tied up and waiting.
I started with some reassuring kisses to his neck and hairy chest, working
my way slowly past his stomach until I reached his balls which I smothered in
my mouth. I let them go to cup them gently in my hands, running kisses all
over them and nudging them with my tongue. He was squirming and moaning.
I positioned myself between his legs and licked up the length of his dick
several times before sucking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue over
it. I sucked him all in and began a steady rhythm that had him thrashing and
moaning. He begged me not to stop, but to make him come. When I felt him
tense, ready to come, I stopped.
I stretched out on top of him until he had calmed down somewhat, then I be-
gan again. I broke out a bottle of baby oil and poured it on the head of his
dick. I pumped him in my hand, watching his shaft grow hard. I played with
his balls and stroked him slowly, then faster and harder, then slowly again un-
til he was crying out. His moans built up in pitch and he started to buck his
hips, begging my to fuck him.
I straddled him again, rubbing his oily dick along my clit and working my-
self into a frenzy, then I turned around to face his feet and sat slowly down
on his dick.
He went wild. I raised my hips back, forcing his legs apart a little more
so that I could pour some baby oil into the crack of his ass and massage it
into his anus. He gasped. I pulled a slim, tapered candle out from beneath
the covers and rubbed the tip against his asshole.
"What are you doing?" he sputtered. I humped slowly up and down on his
dick and played with his balls and he relaxed again. I pushed the candle slow-
ly into him as I increased the pace of my fucking, taking deeper and faster
strokes as I started fucking him with the candle.
He started to buck and scream, begging me not to stop.
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