The leather belt I bought without much thought, turned out to be such a pleasurable, versatile thing in your hands. First to whip me with, then to tie me with. It made such delicious noises against my tanned, smooth skin, with the marks of summer and shade so apparent.
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I was wrapped up as a gift for him alone, when he came to my door.
Are you alone? Timidly I asked, in contrast to the boldness of my undress, the black leather belt tightly wrapped in a bow around my small waist. What pleasure I took in your appraising of me, of your delight in finding me so at your mercy.
How did you know that this was exactly what I wanted? He asked, as he took me into his arms, the touch firm with intent, but gentle and soft-palmed.
I said, trying to be sexy, though in fact, I felt… shy. Waiting. To be opened by you.
Do you want to turn the lights off and listen to the rain upstairs? He asked. The question alone is seductive enough. Combined with an outstretched hand, which was previously stroking my hair… was impossible to resist.
I followed him up the stairs.