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Ilya and I live together. Recently my former boyfriend came to live with us, Alex. The days were fun. Only interfered with constant vulgar thoughts about him.
Our relationship with Lesha lasted a couple of years. During this time we managed to try many aspects of BDSM. We had a code of rules that I had to follow. For example, to call him the Master, if we are alone; kiss hand when meeting. There were lapa me in the bus, and humiliation, and pain (from the belt, from the needles, even from cigarettes). Despite this, there was that ...
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Our relationship with Lesha lasted a couple of years. During this time we managed to try many aspects of BDSM. We had a code of rules that I had to follow. For example, to call him the Master, if we are alone; kiss hand when meeting. There were lapa me in the bus, and humiliation, and pain (from the belt, from the needles, even from cigarettes). Despite this, there was that ...
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- Hurt me.
- What did you say? - he was sitting at his computer and did not hear her words
“Hurt me,” she repeated a little louder. Her face was a little red.
- In terms of?
- Well, hurt. Tie me, flog ...
From the surprise he was speechless. And she continued:
- I tried to behave normally, but these fantasies do not give me rest. Every time you caress my chest, I want you to squeeze it stronger. Or when we do this ... I want you to ...
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- What did you say? - he was sitting at his computer and did not hear her words
“Hurt me,” she repeated a little louder. Her face was a little red.
- In terms of?
- Well, hurt. Tie me, flog ...
From the surprise he was speechless. And she continued:
- I tried to behave normally, but these fantasies do not give me rest. Every time you caress my chest, I want you to squeeze it stronger. Or when we do this ... I want you to ...
Read more →