1. Summer Wine


    Date: 10/12/2017, Categories: Fetish, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring, My summer wine is really made from all these things. A shaded room. The light infiltrates through the half-closed slits of the shutters. It casts zebra-shaped stripes over the stretched, naked female body. There are drops of water glowing on her golden skin. Her wet mane covers the pillow as she clutches her fingers around a phone receiver. Throaty, husky laughter. He: "Forget about it." She: "Come on, staying all day at the same spot will do no good for you." He: "My brain is practically pouring out of my ears. I'm on the verge of hallucinating because of that bloody heat. And you have the nerve to talk to me about sex?" She: /with an innocent voice./: "Why, yes." He: "Are you for real?" She: "You know that climate changes never truly affect me. Besides, I have just gone out of the bathroom... Without a towel... my skin still carries the fragrance of fresh fruits... my sheets are damp..." He: "And the water drops are flowing down straight into your Delta of Venus, right?" She: "Why don't you come to check out yourself?" He: "You're terrible." She: /in low, purring voice/ "I know." He: "You cannot tempt me." She: /laughs quietly/ "If you say so." He: "You really can't." She: "Okay, no problem, I won't be arguing with you. I'll just take the chance to spread my new body lotion all over my skin and indulge myself in sweet summer afternoon masturbation." He: "Monster." She: "Thank you." He: "You should have started working on ...
    a sex hotline. You'd be a gold mine." She: /in an innocent way/ "Well, I thought you weren't one to be tempted. You were on your way to becoming a monk once, do I remember correctly?" He: "You'll give me a heart attack some day. I'll be at your place in half an hour." Another piece of her arousing laughter. She: "I hope that some other parts of you are harder than your willpower." *** This time the shutters had completely closed their sleepy eyelids. All he could catch was the the aromatic incense stick she had kindled. He hissed quietly and moved helplessly with his wrists, in a desperate attempt to release himself from his handcuffs. The blindfold on his eyes itched and irritated his skin more than he could ever tell. The loss of control over his actions, that idiotic helplessness, the firm grip of the handcuffs on his limbs... It was discomforting to say the least. The witch would not stop giggling somewhere out there, at some of the room corners. He growled out in a commanding manner. "Where are you, damn it? Let me out immediately!" "What shall I receive in return?" "I'm going to spank you like a very bad and naughty girl. Then I'll leave without making you cum." "Your offer doesn't sound so good to me, oh good Sir!" S he drawled. He felt something moving in the air. She was slowly sliding next to him but she kept her distance. If only his hands were free he would just reach out and grab her delicious ass. However, those bloody cuffs were really solid. They were leaving ...
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