Regular readers of Internet stories, of course, understand that the vast majority of stories are the fruit of the author's imagination.

I will not hide, I also often fantasized, passing wishful thinking.

But still I want to note that some cases have occurred in reality. Among them is Sleeping Beauty, (a more accurate version of this story later appeared, which is called ... Sleeping Beauty (full version). "

But not so long ago and completely unexpectedly for me, this story has a sequel, which I want to present to the readers.

I secretly hope that this story will be the best of what I have written.

So...

“After the story described in Sleeping Beauty, 5 years have passed. Once I was at home and suddenly Luda called me. I did not lose contact with her and occasionally called back, and somehow even told me where on the web you can find the story of that meeting itself. Then the truth was very worried, expecting a possible negative reaction from her, but she liked the story.

This time Luda was obviously excited by something.

“I,” he says, “have a surprise for you.” I met Lena here, remember, the very one and told her about the fact that you wrote a story about our meeting. She is very intrigued and wants to read it. Do you know what I mean? Not?! In short, do you want to invite her to visit? ”

From surprise, I was speechless. Lena! Girl of my night dreams! Surely!

“Uh-uh, well, yes,” I murmured. Memories of that crazy night flooded over me, causing a small loss of speechlessness, which quickly passed and I screamed, “Ugh. That is, of course. Yes! Want!" -

- "Well, what, tomorrow you can meet with her?" - Lyuda hurried.

“Yes, of course I can. When?".

- “Tomorrow, at 11 o'clock near the subway. She will be dressed in pink pants with a bright blue backpack on her back. And you may not know. She almost did not change, but just in case. Well, remember?

- “Memorized, memorized. I will wait. Call me if you need me".

- "Until".

- "Until".

Putting down the phone, I turned on the music and began to remember our first and only meeting five years ago. Gradually, from memories, I turned to reflections.

Why do I like tying games? Why, why. Yes, because!

I like to give a woman genuine pleasure, tenderness, affection and love. Hell! It's nice to me. And I was lucky. I met with girls who love gentle partners and these girls were not overly complexed. When it came to bed, all the barriers collapsed and we completely surrendered to lovemaking.

Sometimes, to help a girl relax a little or (and) give her unforgettable pleasure, I would persuade her to play tying up. And for what reason ...

Well, in the sense of “right”, the bound girl is completely liberated, because she is a “sexual prisoner”, she cannot interfere in the process and at the same time completely trusts me. She knows that all my actions are directed only for her pleasure. The slightest protest and it will be immediately unleashed.

Screams ... "No! Not! I can not do it anymore! Well, untie it, please! ”- they say rather about reaching the heights of voluptuousness, and not about the real desire to be unleashed. I feel it very well. Properly tied ropes do not cause hands and feet to leak for a long time, and a well-thought-out system of nodules puts pressure on erogenous zones, causing even greater pleasure.

Sensual women like to be "sexual captives" and I willingly help them with this. A good addition is the blindfold. The girl at the same time soars in her own dreams, sometimes flying up to the clouds.

So. I got into a mess.

Finished thinking, I turned off the music and fell asleep.

Having woken up neither light nor dawn, I began to feverishly gloss over the apartment. I really wanted to invite Lena to a decent place.Everything had to shine and I tried my best.

20 minutes before the deadline, I was already near the subway. Having run through the tents, I chose the most beautiful flower in my opinion, bought it and waited for Lena.

She appeared at exactly eleven. I really did not immediately recognize her, it helped only the description of Luda. I just did not think that I came to a meeting with such a pretty girl. Lena has become much more attractive. Her hair was painted in a pleasant, reddish color, shading the face favorably. Lena was in breathtaking pink pants. Although attention was attracted not by the trousers, but by the turned figure of Lena.

I confidently went to her, Lena noticed me and waved her hand.

“Hello!” She said happily.

The sound of her voice fascinated.

“Hi,” I replied, and held out a flower, “this is for you.”

“Thank you,” she said, and inquired ... “Where are we going?”.

“I offer to visit me,” I said in such a tone as if this idea had just occurred to me.

On the way home, I asked Lena if she wanted some champagne or something else. But she refused, so I chose the Sprite.

Finally, we were at the door of my apartment, which I immediately opened in front of Lena and said with a bow ... "Please!".

After washing her hands off the road, Lena immediately got down to business.

“Come on,” he says, “show the story, and then Luda buzzed all my ears, and I myself am wondering what you wrote there.”

I turned on the computer and while it was loading, I sat Lena in front of the monitor. Opening the text and explaining how best to read, I went to pour tea. Not so much I wanted to drink, how much to give Lena calmly read.

A few minutes later her indignant voice rang out ... - "Well, there was no such thing!".

Her voice was not irritated, but rather joyfully surprised.

I went to the computer. - "What was not?".

In fact, the story described in the story was not true in its pure form, but until about the middle the story was without fiction, and the second half was only slightly, from my point of view, embellished.

After confusing explanations, I was surprised to find out that Lena turns out (partly because of the past tense, and most likely due to the influence of alcohol) does not remember more than half of what happened between us that night. All the better.

I patiently explained to her, in the course of reading, what was true and what was fiction. Gradually, Lena calmed down and even became interested. After reading to the end, she said ... - “Yes, I didn’t expect it, of course, but it's fun. And what, does anybody read? ” I told her that the story was in the rating of "8, 45" and that it was read by two and a half thousand people in two weeks ... Which is certainly not a hit, but also very good. Lena was amazed.

“Oh, what's that? Damn it! I see you also gave the address, so how does someone write? ”She asked.

- "Yes, they write, then somehow I will show."

- "Is there anything else to read, interesting?"

- “Of course!” - I was delighted and clicked on the keyboard. During the next hour, I showed several stories and my collection of erotic photos to Lena. And it was the most beautiful pictures, specially collected in a separate folder. Most of them were related girls, and I tried to select poses that were not particularly shocking, so as not to embarrass Lena.

- “Listen, why should we bind?” Isn't sex itself beautiful? ”Lena began to pry after watching.

- “Why is it necessary? It is not necessary. Well, firstly, I just like the look of a naked bound girl.

Secondly, in a well-connected girl, the ropes put pressure on precisely those points that are the most sensitive and, moreover, have a so-called restraining effect on the muscles, which only add to the sensations. In addition, the skilled caress of a partner ...