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I've always been a little, shall we say, reserved, around men. Ever since these things on my chest started bulging out, men have paid me more attention than I want. And the wrong kind. So at college I kind of kept to myself, fending off advances that were more or less crude and aggressive.
One day, though, I met a guy who seemed really nice. He didn't slobber or stare, and we had a nice conversation. One thing led to another, and we wound up at his apartment, which was way off campus. And he had no roommate. That might have clued me in, but it didn't.
He opened a bottle of wine, and we
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I've always been a little, shall we say, reserved, around men. Ever since these things on my chest started bulging out, men have paid me more attention than I want. And the wrong kind. So at college I kind of kept to myself, fending off advances that were more or less crude and aggressive.

One day, though, I met a guy who seemed really nice. He didn't slobber or stare, and we had a nice conversation. One thing led to another, and we wound up at his apartment, which was way off campus. And he had no roommate. That might have clued me in, but it didn't.

He opened a bottle of wine, and we continued our conversation. It was almost a relief when, an hour or so later, he finally asked me to take my clothes off. So I did.
He was nice, and kind of shy. What could go wrong?

Did you ever wonder what a man might do to you if he had no restraints? If he had a whole night, a whole very long night, to do things to your body, your helplessly tied down, splayed out, naked body, your straining, lunging, sweating, writhing body? If you were gagged so that your pleas and screams meant nothing? And he had no remorse?

You don't want to know. Trust me. You don't.


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Autorenporträt
My earliest sexy memory is of discovering a paperback hidden behind the leather-bound books filling the spotless bookcases in my father's sprawling house. The paperback opened with a scene of a woman being tied to her bed by a detective recreating the woman's rape so he could photograph it "for evidence". It made me wet and I wasn't really even sure how sex worked yet.

Later on, I would tie myself up when my parents weren't home, rubbing my crotch on the bed until I came. It wasn't until after college that I got up the courage to look for a bondage partner for real. And discovered that in most cases the real thing is a pale imitation of what one imagines. So I took up writing about my sexual fantasies. Wrote extensively for a now defunct website, StoryBondage.com. And now for you, here.

If you're a submissive, remember to ONLY play in public places or privately with people you know well. ALWAYS let someone else know where you are and when to expect you back. There are a lot of sick fucks out there. Some of whom I write about.