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Somedays the long brick sidewalk leading to our home can be endless. I place my feet carefully upon the ground, avoiding the moss filled gaps between the crumbling masonry. As one pencil thin heel slips and wedges itself in the mossy earth I almost fall flat on my face. Some how I managed to stay upright. It was a fitting ending to a horrible day. I whisper a foul oath, as I extricate the offending heel, Why oh why couldn't we be like normal people with normal boring sidewalks? I was so pre occupied with the trials and tribulations of my life that I almost missed it. Black crushed velvet, draped through the gleaming brass door knocker. As my eyes caress the hidden shadows of the fabric, the unimportant details of the day seemed to disappear in the depths of color I see. I needed to see this so badly, needed the release it offered me. I pull the fabric from its resting place, letting the sun warmed texture of it make love to my finger tips. I open the door and step into paradise. So the ritual begins again, how many times have we played this game you and I? My heels click clack there way against the high gloss of the oak hardwood floors we installed last year. I enter the solarium, breathing in the deep scent of foliage in our private jungle. Slowly, because I know you watch me from behind the leaves of some tropical palm, I bring the black fabric up to my eyes, blind folding my self for you. Giving up the privilege of sight for you. Immediately, as the light is filtered out of my world, my other senses strain for sensation. I unbutton my blouse, trying to hear your breathing. I slip the satiny fabric over my skin, raising the tiny pale hairs on my flesh in anticipation. This simple act causes blood to rush to my chest, I can almost feel my breasts swelling, filling the cream colored lace bra, straining against the fabric. I wonder if you are close enough to see my cocoa brown nipples puckering through the thin fabric. I ease the zipper of the gray cashmere skirt down past my hips. The soft wool slides down over my hips and pools on the floor. Daintily I step away from my discarded clothes. I stand proudly for you, clad only in the creamy confection of lace lingerie and black thigh high stockings. I know better than to take of these garments with out permission. You dressed me in these, and only by your command may I remove them. Your breath travels across my shoulder blade, warm and promising. Your arms reach from behind me, drawing my back into the soft cushion of your body. Cold metal snaps press against my spine and I moan as I realize you are wearing the tight black leather corset I bought you for Christmas. My cunt lips glaze themselves with lust as I picture the leather thong snuggled between your legs, fastened tightly between your ass cheeksÉ The front clasp of my bra is undone, the straps slide over my shoulders and down my arms. Your left hand tugs at the silver hoop in my nipple, while your right slips into my panties down between my sodden pussy lips, straight to my engorged clit. I grind my ass back into your hips, trying to fuse our bodies. Still your fingers work their magic, gathering lightening, causing thunder to tremble through my body. I fight against the feeling, trying not to give into the orgasm you are demanding from my flesh. Some times I wonder why I fight this. I know you will win, you always win. I am weak and can not stop the orgasms you bring me. I know I will be punished for my lack of controlÉ sometimes I wonder if it is the punishment I craveÉ I wonder if that is why I don't fight harder. The pounding in my cunt reaches a cataclysmic tempo, you tug fiercely on my nipple hoop as my orgasm floods your hand. The sound of your voice breaks through my heavy breathing as you murmurs, ÔOn your knee's'
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