1. BDSM


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

    world around her she was, while maintaining a pristine image for all those that would walk into and out of her life each and every day. That very afternoon she stood in line almost an hour at the bank awaiting a teller to discuss a charge on her account. As her ever-so-short lunch break dwindled, she stood resolute in complete harmony with all that surrounded her. From the rhythmic tapping of a customer's pen against the countertop a few yards away as he conferred with a bank representative to the mother behind her jingling her keys together to amuse her young infant as they waited, she held the same stance. While she inhaled the musky scent of cologne emanating from an older gentleman two rows down, she painted rainbows in her mind along the sidewalks. There she had stood in the middle of chaos, a brilliant beacon of fortitude, and she waited ever so patiently in perfect form for her turn to discuss her financial matter. Just as a car outside raced by beneath overcast skies, it plowed through a rather large puddle that accumulated from the morning's showers. The water erupted from the banks of the sidewalks and splashed up onto the sidewalk, and it washed away the imaginary rainbows she had created just moments before. And as the colors melted into the earth below, she felt cold. So cold. As again she shivered when a gust of wind blew into the room through the open windows, swirling around her, before finally dying down once more. She was back in his bedroom. It was so ...
    dark, and she was so unsure of herself, but still she stood there in perfect form. Yet he remained quiet and simply stood there. Watching. "Well, what do you think you are doing?" she inquired with a humorous edge. "Enjoying the view," he replied with a softness to his voice that defied reason. There were so many different tones to him that it was true even of his voice. He could express so many different things just by the tenor of his speech. Command, anger, disappointment, enthusiasm, optimism, agony, and despair. She had in one form or another heard fragments of each of these within his voice in their time together. She had felt each and every one in their time getting to know one another, but the one she yearned for each and every night was this one. The softness to it was so soothing, and he used it often to disarm her. So often she would adore it when he fell asl**p talking to her due to the fact he used this voice when he was sl**py. Perhaps that was what it was, she considered. The fact that we are most innocent and vulnerable when we are tired. No defenses and no walls, so often we speak the truth when we are tired, our brains no longer willing or capable to obscure our feelings. Was it the innocence in his voice that was such a strong lure? Did it even really matter? "I shall not change in front of you! What kind of lady do you take me for?" she insisted, breaching the silence that had devoured the room. Though she kept hidden from him the knowledge that his mere ...
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