BDSM is unique to each individual, and the fun lies in discovering how. One does not need a “dungeon,” expensive equipment, or an audience (unless you’re an exhibitionist in which case, go for it).
We worked in unison building her pleasure to distraction. Her body strained to move on its bonds.
We’re now in new territory, way past where our usual love-making takes us. We’re in full porn mode, only this is real; her moans are real and her orgasms are real, and her whole body is shaking.
Maxim walked briskly to the stable situated at the side of The Chateau’s Main Building. It was 5 PM and the sun was lowering in the sky casting cool shadows around the grounds, heralding the approach of early evening.
“Being down there you really get a sense of your dude’s hygiene level. It’s funny how many jokes exist about the way vaginas smell. You ever been nose level with balls? It’s not always fantastic.”
Mr. Medium and I met up at my favorite bar, a much preferred setting than the stuffy conference room we’d been in the night before. The bartender knew me by name and a dusty pool table sat towards the back. Every night felt like college here.
“I was 13 when I moved here without my parents and I ended up getting pregnant by someone who was 18 that went to the same high school as me. I couldn’t have the baby, my family was still struggling in another country and I just couldn’t face having a child so young in such a bad place.”
