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This song send shivers through me…guess you just have to listen to it :)

Story that got me HOT:

I carry you.

First, I gather your lush body up against me. You groan and exhale as I pull you to me, smiling as I feel the mass of your ripe bust press against me. There is the fabric of my jacket against your nakedness.

“You must feel vulnerable, so vulnerable….”

The room is a sudden blur as I fling you over my shoulder, and I turn to carry you to the next room. With your body arched over my shoulder, with your spike-heeled boots up in the air.

“You will show my guests proper respect.”

Your round ass is up in the air, your face turned away from the door as I slide it open. The party sounds of clinking glasses and 1920’s jazz flood out in a warm yellow light as I admit us to my dining room. You can hear the voices of women in a rushing undercurrent of conversation.

“Oh, that must be her!”

“That’s the girl he always tells us about.”

“Look … at … that! Is that for us?”

I lay you out on a table in the middle of the room, and now you get the full view – the art, the food, the serving women dressed in tuxedos, her hair slicked back and pulled tightly against their heads. You see the guests.

The first woman is curvy like you, and tall. Red hair rains down to her waist, and her pale skin almost glows in contrast to the black, velvet dress. When she speaks, her South African accent falls over you in a rippled hush.

“We own you, pretty girl.”

She seems to glide in between your legs. She is silent as she begins to redo your roping. This woman is deft with her hands, and deft with rope.

“I need her I a more open posture.”

I stand back and watch you, Christina in your leather boots, as she manipulates your lush body. She gives you a moment’s relief as she undoes this knot and that, then restricts you again, spreading your legs and viciously lashing your ankles together in a severe frog tie. You struggle a bit, and her right hand becomes a blur as slaps your face, leaving it veiled in a wild cascade of brown hair.

“Be still!”

The other guests giggle and clap as she pins your wrists together and secures them to the lengths of rope that encircle your waist. Your red nails gleam under the track lighting as my tall red head takes hold of your thighs.

Now they all seem to have some vision of what to do with you. A curly haired brunette takes hold of your hair, twisting it around her fist and using your tresses to lift your head up. She loops a nylon cord around your throat, tightening it against your windpipe.

“Do you like to choke? Do you get into breath play, honey?”

The one on your right is blond. Your first thought is that she looks like the stereotype of a twentysomething surfer, with her dusky natural tan and her long, blonde hair. It falls past her shoulders in one simple wave.

The smile seems to start in her vivid blue eyes and spread to the perfection of her teeth. She tosses her hair, letting it fall across her sheer, pink satin top.

“What do you think?”

You look to your other side, and you hear yourself simper. The slow, firm tongue of the voluptuous redhead is slowly traveling the length of your sex, and you shudder and bite your lip as you tilt your head the other side. The blond to your left is no doubt tied to the one on your right. She is just as lean, just as radiant, with a sparse smattering of crow’s feet and lines that seem to make her even more beautiful than the woman to your right.

Your eyes widen and you give an open-mouthed gasp as the rope tightens around your throat, the two blonds each take one of your large, dark nipples into their mouths, and the redhead takes a deep, slow drink from your clit.

Hothh__.

Hot wasn’t it????    I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did :)

I must say…..if there was a contest for best fans….mine would win!!!!   Hands down!!

Love,

christina