1. BDSM


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

    while previously. In fact, this had been the longest she had gone without the tactile touch of another since she began dating period. Was he worthy? Would he even want her? Quiet. One step at a time. Just be yourself, she thought. Repeat that. Be yourself. Ring. Her phone! Good Lord, it scared her half to death. She quickly turned the music down and flipped open her phone without even bothering to look at the person calling. It was him. "Hey you," she said excitedly, "I'll be there shortly." "Of course. Nervous?" "How'd you know?" she countered. "Because I know you, silly girl. So I like your choice of music." "Oh, yeah, isn't that ironic?" "Wrong Canadian. That would be Alanis. Ick." "That was bad." She laughed. "You smiled, so how bad could it be?" "Gr, you! So what's my surprise? Tell me!" she pleaded earnestly which seemed very much like it was bordering on whining. "You'll see soon enough. I was just calling to make sure you were alright with the rain and all." She nervously chuckled, "I am. This isn't my first time driving in it." "Good. I'll let you focus on driving then. Oh, one other thing, I'm leaving my front door unlocked so just let yourself in. Bye, sweetheart." With that he hung up the phone. Damnit. Why does he do that? So unfair of him. She turned the music back up, and listened to the rest of the song, another one of her favorites by Tara, and continued her drive. Now I don't know what to believe This girl made of steel with Her heart on her sleeve ...
    Looking for someone To love and leave me That's me "That's Me" by Tara Maclean Those lines always had resonated deep within her, almost as if they had been written, recorded, and sung just for her. Heart on her sleeve. Someone to leave. So her. That's me, she thought to herself. Not tonight. She pulled up outside of a white house peeking out behind a line of bushes with a long driveway and a screened-in porch. It was only one story, and the house's steps led up to a wooden framed door with a large knocker on the front. Checking the address and description for the fifth time, she was so tempted to call him. She didn't. Instead she dialed her parents number and spoke to her mother, just letting her know she was safe and that she would talk with her later. It was a short conversation, and she was stalling. Enough. Bravely, she climbed out of her car, beeped the locks behind her as she ascended the walkway that e****ted her between the hedges and up to the front door. As she took the knocker in her hand to knock, the door creaked open, and the mist of small raindrops brushed against her exposed skin. It was very windy here. She said a brief hello as she crept inside, closing the door behind her, when she heard a voice from another room. "I'm in here, sweetheart." She opened the double doors that led from the entry hall to the den, and the house was completely dark. Not a room in the house had even one light on. Then she saw from beneath the door leading to the right a flickering of ...
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