1. BDSM


    Date: 5/3/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: big_zap, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    that have been the ultimate objective of all? There was no more time. No more thoughts. No more of anything. She was alone on a sandy shore with the sun shining down as the foamy waters wash up and wet her feet before recoiling to the comforts of the deep only to do it again mere moments later. And off in the distance there beats a flag wavering furiously upon the mast of a ship she can barely make out. After several moments of intense concentration, she discerns the heraldry symbol is a solitary red rose suspended in an ocean blue mist and she did not know why. Still she sat there lost in her own thoughts unaware of time or any other concept so important to us all. When something soft and delicate brushed her nose. The fog seemed to clear as her eyes slowly opened and she looked down his arm to his right hand holding a solitary long-stemmed red rose before her, gently grazing her nose with its petals. "I present to you, my lady, a red rose symbolizing my deepest affections for you. Should it ever wound you, know that you long ago pricked me with the thorn of your love and still to this day I have not stopped bleeding, my love." She took the rose from him, and realized it had a sweet fragrance to it unlike any other flower she had ever encountered, certainly not a rose. What more could he do? Sensory overload had never seemed more appropriate. "Come, sweet heart, I still have something to show you." She stood up from her chair, her legs unable to support her at first, as ...
    she fought to regain her balance. Whoa. Slowly turning to see what he was doing as she held her rose to her chest with both hands gripping it, she saw him scoop up the large box and place it on the chair beside her. "Open it." He offered to take the flower from her hands, and she obliged, attempting to stem her vigor to rip open the package, she meticulously began unbinding the tape holding it together and untying the ribbon's knots. "Oh, please, tear it up." The look on her face with such permission was that of a c***d on Christmas morning. She eagerly tore at the packaging before all that stood before her was a plain white box. Inside revealed something she never expected. A beautiful evening gown. Magnificent in its splendor, the white dress was an exact replica of that worn by actress Drew Barrymore in the film Ever After. Complete with faery tale wings, and even a magic wand with a glittering star at the end. She looked up at him, eyes wide in disbelief, and she pounced. Hugging him tightly, she clung to his body and enjoyed the feeling of herself pressed against him. She only came up to his chest, and she rested her head against it, holding him close and fighting back tears. Tears of joy. Tears of shock. Tears of awe. "How did you? I don't understand. Where did you?! What? How?!?" she rattled off rapidly, before he pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her. She kissed his finger gently as he spoke. "One of the first conversations we had. You mentioned you had never ...
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