1. BDSM


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

    embers within smoldering flames she kept deep inside and away from all. Whatever the outcome, she was going to be different, and for some reason this was not a bad thing. Not bad at all. Descending the stairs with a hop, skip, and a small leap she landed cleanly in front of her car. Unlocking her door, she seated herself smoothly behind the wheel, shut herself in, and began the long trek to see the prospective new firefly in her jar. Fiddling with the radio, she flipped from station to station and from song to song without much of anything capable of stemming her nerves. As if anything could at this moment. Finally, she shut it off in favor of her CD player. What a Godsend it was for long drives alone to and from new places and new experiences, she thought. Oh, my. Figures. The disc she had left in her car was a burned copy of an artist he had turned her on to. She was a singer born in Canada with a powerful voice and a tender heart. The artist's life has led her all over the world, though, and in some ways she has lived as a gypsy. A traveller with something to say. Something to sing, and sing she could. The artist's name? Tara MacLean. The music had such a soothing tone that it would at various times in her car ride steal her away from her thoughts of the impending meeting and lead her back more toward a state of numbed bliss. Such a beautiful voice, she thought, when arguably her favorite Tara song came on the radio as the first wave of lazy raindrops pelted her car. ...
    "Let Her Feel The Rain" How appropriate was that? Either an omen of good fortune to come or a portent of concern. She took it for the former, and discarded the latter almost as quickly as the thought popped into her head. Here she was driving along the interstate with a rainstorm falling from the overhead skies and she was settled warmly inside her car singing along to a song that made her feel beautiful. He often said that of her. She was beautiful. Don't guys always say that to you? Especially one so charming as he, and with as many females as he has that covet his attention and his affection. Yet right now she felt beautiful. And sexy. She was wearing some of her most enticing underwear beneath her clothes, and she was enjoying every moment of it. The anticipation. The trepidation. The desire. Hell, she was just excited to finally have some reason to wear them. Shopping for cute bras and panties was something she loved to do, as her plethora of Victoria's Secret receipts could attest. In their conversations she knew that he had a fondness for thongs, and on this night she was not going to disappoint him, and while he was a fan of large chests, she could only hope she lived up to his desires. Why was that? Why did he matter so much? He should like me for me, she thought. Agh! He did. She knew he did. Would her skin even see the light of his eyes, she wondered. It wasn't that she was easy, far from it, she had not been intimate with someone since her last relationship quite a ...
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