Tagged: voyeurism

What creative sexual genius would Violet have for me today? Blindfolded and bound naked to our playing chair in our boudoir, its icy metal kept me at attention. How long had I waited? The thought of time heightened my senses, and my body needed a workout. The burning question was how Vi would work me and if she’d let me orgasm today? A potent blast of lavender filled the room. The intensity carried me like a magic carpet to the land outside our old house. Memories. We ran through the fields together and dropped to the ground where Violet sucked...