Oh, my. Yes.

Please. Don’t release me.

Clips. Wax. Heaven.

I. Want. This. Unable to resist. Forced to take anything he gives me.

This is what I want. Bound. Helpless. Open to whatever he wants to do to my cunt. I just wish I was that smooth. Damn razors and not having anyone to wax in the area.

In the kitchen, holding onto the cupboard above my head, while he fingers me to multiple orgasms, while I’m naked in front of open windows and in view of the street in front of my house. This is what it made me think of. Only I wasn’t bound. I did it, because he wanted to.

I dream of having my breasts bound and played with. Some would say tortured, but he and I know it’s something I enjoy to much to be torture.

You’re mine.

I don’t see doing this in a small town park, maybe in our backyard or at my dad’s farm.

Alone.