1. Smack


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    bring me? What happiness do we really know?’ I close my eyes and sigh, leaning forward on the swinging mirror. When I eventually lean back, I leave behind a smear on the glass. I have to swallow again, feeling verminous. ‘When did this happen? Why do I come back to this pathetic, evil shit?! Why throw it all away, again…?” Staring at my own dead eyes, I grasp for an answer and fail. I don’t know why I am who I am. “And people call us deviants…” Zoey’s voice is unusually quiet and slow, but it rouses my attention. Her voice, rasping like a cat’s tongue, lifts my spirits. “What did you-” I start to ask, turning to face her. The corner of the room is a walk-in wardrobe and Zoey is holding open both doors. Stood statuesquely still, she stares inside. It’s literally filled with the kinkiest collection I’ve ever fucking seen. There’s an obsessive, compulsive collection of cuffs, vibrators, dildos, restraints, flogs, whips, butt plugs and every sex toy available. A clothes rack carries an array of lingerie, PVC outfits and skimpy nightwear. I let out a long, slow whistle and Zoey’s head locks onto me as though laser-guided. “You like this stuff, you dirty pervert?” I can only laugh at the shocked look on her face as I walk forward. I thought nothing would faze Zoey, but this has her shocked. I’m surprised. “We’re all dirty perverts, Zo. You have to admire the work someone’s put into their collection, though.” I pluck a leather corset from the rack, holding the outfit against her ...
    slender frame, wolf whistling like a builder on break. “Some are dirtier than others. I don’t expect an innocent, vanilla girl like you to understand.” My smirk is so thick it’s almost dripping from my face as I just marvel at Zoey’s complete bemusement. I rifle through the outfits, giving a small murmur of approval at the tasteful choices. There’s a whole range: basques, corsets, babydolls, lace knickers, stocking and garter sets; you name it. ‘This woman must be a really frisky bitch when she wants it!’ “You’ve really never wanted to try any of this, Zoey?” She looks at me with a single raised eyebrow and smacks my arm. “You think I care about skimpy lace and leather whips? We’re not all perverts.” “Oh please, I’ve seen you looking! You’re all red and flushed! You’re embarrassed! I never thought I’d see the day that tough-bitch-Zoey blushed at little lacy knickers!” Her eyes narrow to near slits as she just glares at me. “Shut the fuck up, pin dick.” Zoey snatches something from the rack and swings it at me so fast I hear the air whistle. My hand whips up, grabbing her wrist. Looking at each other, we both smirk and laugh to see she’s attacked me with a little leather crop. “I knew there was a kinky slut in you somewhere, Zoey.” Playfully – and very out of character – she sticks her tongue out at me as she relents, letting me take the crop from her grasp. Turning back to the wardrobe, she bends at the waist to pick something up. Clutching a small crop and seeing her ass ...
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