1. BDSM


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

    attended your prom in high school. Neither had I. It seems like yesterday, but you said only the perfect dress would get you to dance at that moment in your life in front of so many other people. Awkward as you were. Such a clumsy beauty. So I asked you what the perfect dress was." She cut him off. "This one." He nodded his head, and pulled his finger away, taking her hands in his own, yet never losing sight of her eyes. "I knew I would get this for you someday. I knew I would. I knew that day. I knew the very moment I met you.. I knew that I would fall. Hard." He almost fought to say these words, as if it was difficult for him to verbalize such emotion. "I'm just glad you chose to fall with me." They embraced for a very long time. Such emotion and passion exchanged between the two bodies. Gripping and surreal, yet everything she ever wanted and so much more. "I want to try it on!" She could barely contain herself. A sugar rush could not make her so hyper as this had, as if he had intravenously injected her with liquid sugar, she scooped up the box and looked for some direction to go. "Come this way, I'll show you where you can change." he said simply, and walked back into the den before making a right into a small hallway and heading left into a bedroom, presumably his own. "Here you go, sweet heart." With that, he gave her a kiss on her nose which sent sparks of electricity coursing up and down her back, shivering slightly from the wind as it blew past the curtains. He had ...
    the windows open in here! Go figure. She was a bit chilly, still, but she was too excited. She turned to the bed where the box rested, and pulled the dress out. Behind her, she heard the door shut, and she turned to look at herself in the mirror holding it up to her body when she realized she was not alone. He stood in the corner, by the closed door, and he was still watching her. "Surprise." he said quietly. "Jeez, you scared me half to death!" She said it as lightly as possible at that very moment, which is to say she was barely capable of speech let alone maintaining her perfect posture before him. Why does she feel the need to have such perfect posture, anyway? One might say it was her desire to portray a positive image of herself for him, but she knew that was far from the root of the matter. Honestly, she always felt a need to stand as she was long ago instructed to do. She loved to dance, and as any practitioner of the art form is aware, posture and one's movements were an integral reflection of the person. An expert swordsman teaches his pupil to make his blade a part of himself, and treat it as not a piece of fabricated steel, but as an extension of himself. The same she found was true with her dancing and it really had followed in life. She was always a perfectionist. Seeking to ascertain a control over every little aspect of her life from the most pertinent to insignificant things. Such silliness most would say, but that is how she was. Always so cognizant of the ...
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