now. I get on my knees when he shows that he is waiting for this. Yes, I'm not etiquette. Kneeling, I do not bow my head, but I look straight into my eyes and smile boldly and openly. I'm happy now. Happy to be with him, so welcome. Now - those rare moments, which I will later remember for a long time. After all, I am a very real sincere woman who sometimes falls in love, and always in such hooligans who will one day turn over a page with my name and go further. Not real bottom. Is it allowed to her. Although, if I had only hinted, I would have knelt already in the elevator and stood, looking down, until the doors opened. Not paying attention to incoming and outgoing. He just doesn't need it. What did he need? In the long months I didn’t know that.

The familiar clank - like a rabbit out of a hat, a collar appears from under the pillow. My favorite. With spikes. I lower my head, lift my hair to make it easier to fasten it. Attracts the collar closer to me, I feel his breath and smell. I grab his hand and kiss, right in my palm, cover it with kisses, he sticks a few fingers into my mouth, fucks hard, I press his fingers to the sky, lick every finger.

“Look what kind of thing is there for you. Hold out your palm. ”In his hand he holds a long black whip, similar to a rod. I trustfully raise my palms, on my wrist are three multi-colored laces worn by a Buddhist monk. Some frames seem to be bumped into memory, I remember them even through the years. As if from the side I see myself kneeling, stretching my open palms and these colorful thread bracelets. Interest and anticipation in my eyes. He is holding my wrists, waving his arms, and I feel a few soft strikes on my palms. Not scary and not painful. Totally. He puts me on the bed with his chest. A few quick, stinging blows with the whip fall on my buttocks. “Damn,” that really hurt, I had no idea how. Where is my favorite flogger? Why without him? I crawl out of bed and fall on my heels. So safer. Trying to catch my breath. Not for long. Put me on the bed again. Now I know exactly what awaits me. And this is not tasty. Let it be a flogger, even stronger than last time. Anyway, the phlog is always a pleasure for me. This pain is different, it stings, burns, I want to rub the affected areas with my hand. What I am doing.

“Hands! ...“ I clean, so that after a couple of blows I will again cover the defenseless buttocks and not remove, despite the order. “Hands,” I hear again. Lash on the palms. It hurts, but I do not want to clean. Apparently, he pities me, I understand that it could be more painful. "Something at ease you behave in me." Familiar metal saber. “Hands!” I pull them forward, handcuffs snap on my wrists. Silver metallic. Never seen such. How many things have I ever seen in my life?

Again the whip digs into my buttocks, leaving the pink raw scars, he lashes me on the back, on the shoulders, and, very lightly - on the neck. My favorite, already beloved flogger is getting out. I know what awaits me. Enjoyment Swings, I close my eyes. The blows roll in one after the other. Different - hard, burning, hot, caressing. I enjoy, I'm high. With every blow. Almost dissolve into it. Breather, whip again. And again - the hateful pain. And again - the phlog, as the long-awaited caress.

Pause. The whip is thrown onto the bed. I'm coming up. Time is already running differently. Then I will scroll through the episodes in my memory, string them onto a single thread of memories. And now - I'm just here. For me, there is only he, his desires and my pleasure because I can be near and give him pleasure. Anyone without discussing. He collects my hair into a fist, pulls it down, before my eyes - again his penis, lick the head, run through my tongue, very slowly, he forces me on the member. Gasping, I managed to forget how big he was. Fucks me deeply. The member rests on my throat, hold my breath and slide my tongue several times along the entire length of the member.He is ready to finish, I pull out a member, lick the head. I caress the testicles, descend below. Just suddenly, he lets me go and breastfeeds me back onto the bed. Whip again or?

He presses my head to the bed, sharply inserts two fingers into the vagina and begins to fuck hard and fast. I flow Pulls out. I miss him - deeply, roughly, almost to pain. Enter me. Immediately. Probably, I need it that way - so that they do not ask to just use it in my and my pleasure. An orgasm will soon overwhelm me, for a moment more ... but just as sharply he leaves me. I am perplexed. I needed so little - just a minute. Dissatisfaction lumped in the stomach in the stomach, pressing myself against the bed to crush her, make me leave my body. He runs his hand over the scars that the whip left on my buttocks, runs his fingers, but this is not what I want. I crave sex, the usual, even if vanilla, does not matter. I want him deep, hard, to the pain. And so as not to ask if I am pleased. Just took. That which belongs only to him. As he wants it. Gently, hard, rude, painful - in every way. He inserts a finger into my vagina, wriggles, squeezing his muscles. Pulls out, presses the hole a little higher and penetrates it with a finger. Just a few movements inside the ass - and that's all, I have not had anal sex for too long. He puts a member to my hole, presses. Stronger. Without lubrication. I'm scared and hurt. Consciousness draws before my eyes a picture of one more terrible one. I whisper: "Please do not ... I beg you." Heard entered slightly below. Pulls me by the collar, blocking my breath, makes me throw back my head and bend even more. Continuing this furious race, he takes a phlog and lashes me across the chest. The orgasm is overwhelming me, forcing me to go limp in his hands in a second and to press even closer, almost merging with him.

It turns out. Turns me over, picks up my hair again and starts to fuck my mouth. Rough, deep. In his hands a whip, he lashes me on the buttocks, falls on the crotch. Pain and pleasure. I stop. Feels - I can make a mistake from the pain, takes a phlog.

Everything ended too quickly, I have not had time to enjoy it yet. I lick his sperm to a drop. Of course, how can I leave. Again, one almost elusive movement, and everything changes. I sink to his feet and start licking, sucking his fingers. He presses my shoulder blades with his foot, going down below, almost pressing his face to his feet. I bend, almost lay my chest on his legs, continue to caress my tongue, lifting my ass high up. Feel like a pussy enters, whip handle? There can be no other. He stands and, holding a whip in hand, fucks me with it. It turns out only to enter my ass. Continues deep and fast. I feel ashamed, I see myself, as if from the side of casual viewers, find yourself here like that. On my knees, almost pressing my chest to the floor, I lick his legs, take my tongue between my fingers, my butt is raised high up, the whip handle rhythmically enters it. It turns me wild, excites. Pain, pleasure and submission. There is no thought, no desire to stop all this. I slip my fingers between my legs and caress the clitoris. He continues until I finish. I am almost crying, not from pain ... from emptiness, bodily pleasure, my own powerlessness, the inability to even rise without his help.

He helps me to get up, I lie down next. And all - like the first time. The desire to squeeze, dissolve, my inept massage. Hasty dress up. Surprisingly - stripping and dressing seem so fast and ordinary. And what happens between them, stretches, twists in long hours. Although in reality, it rarely lasts more than two hours. Still, time is not linear. It can go jumps, bend, collapse, stretch, turn out.But it seems that in these moments you live a lifetime.

Dress - without words. I do not want to talk. It seems that during this hour or two a whole life has been lived, containing in itself tens of written sheets of paper, hundreds of lines on the monitor screen. All the words suddenly became colorless before what was just lived. As if all the meanings with which they were endowed, these words, peeled off like old paint, and torn off along with the skin. Only bare skeletons and skeletons remained from them. (Especially for eroticspace.info - sexitails.org) Boring, the same and unsophisticated.

Get in the car. Chanting I ask permission to turn on the seat heating. We leave. And I understand that I can not part like this. At the subway. I say I want to drink coffee. Unless, of course, it does not violate his plans. Looking at me carefully. Smiles, this is so small. And I do not need coffee. I want to sit across from me and watch him drink his American, while my tiny espresso cup ends, and I ask you to share it with me. I so want to feel the taste of coffee, which retains the taste of his lips. Get a little closer. I even try to order something similar. And I don’t even mind McDonald’s, although this is my meeting place with my girlfriend. Because there is our favorite latte and muffin, which we cut in half with a stick for stirring sugar. Coffee that can be drunk through a straw. I understand that a perversion. But I can’t deny myself the pleasure of indulging in him ... such a nice perversion, the same as buying coffee at a gas station. And he is a student of this McDonalds, or something. Although I had never dined there before, and I prefer good tea to any kind of coffee.

Our meeting lasts another half hour. This is not enough for me, but for another month I can remember our meeting and his smile in a cafe, and talk, shy talk about anything, for which I cling like any memory, to be closer, while only a few kilometers will be to separate us