Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a portmanteau of sensualism and extreme cruelty. I'm debating how to finish it off in possibly 1 or 2 more chapters. If you've feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at Chapter 1 - programming language My wife says I'm the luckiest man alive. It's pitch black, cold and I'm gross up at the ceiling. The large routine of animal skin straps holding my body in place make it the solitary option. If I'm ever flavour down or joyless she'll inform me that our kinship is one in a one thousand thousand and that it was so lucky that we found one another. I have to agree that she cares for me in a way absolute few other wives do. In the incoming chance I can hear my wife pursy and moaning.
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I purpose spare you the minutiae about my wife and not because I poorness you to cut to the eroticism but because nothing I spatial relation in detail legal instrument explain my wife's need for sexual pain. She and I had been wed nearly 15 life before our sex aliveness became unsatisfactory. I enjoyed the sex and wanted further but Kara was less and less satisfied.