| Lesbian: BDSM: Into A New Life Part 1 (1/3) |
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Only yesterday Fawn and I agreed our lesbian relationship is going nowhere. I enjoy surprises, a little roughness, and even pain associated with good hot fucking. Fawn doesn’t. How we ever got together, who knows? Fortunately not too many weeks have been lost in this relationship. I have always been a true submissive lover, and have never found a real dominant to satisfy my masochistic needs. Although only 23 and not having that many lovers, I did manage to always find the wrong woman to fulfill me, or even pacify my deep craving for some one to totally dominate me. There’s a lovely heavily forested park next to my apartment building, so I went there to sit, think, and get a tipsy enough to forget my loneliness. Back where if a rapist was around I’d be in deep shit I lit a cigarette, pulled out a bottle of scotch, swallowed a mouthful, lay back against a tree, playing around with exhaling my cigarette smoke, trying to look sensuous as I did, sipping my scotch, and getting happy. Diddling my pussy, I closed my eyes and thought about some gorgeous dominant dark woman brutally ravishing my body, spanking my bare ass, treating me like garbage, and making me feel loved by mixing tender loving with brutal torture. This went on for enough time I became so orgiastic I could feel my climax building up inside my small body, so I knew I was close to a pleasurable orgasm. Suddenly I felt a hand on my inner thigh. I jumped; started to scream when a hand was pressed against my lips, and I heard, “Did you know you were talking audibly?” My eyes popped open and here was my savior…a tall, gorgeous dark woman with long black wavy hair, dark eyes, blazing, full, inviting red lips, and a perfect figure, dressed only in black leather, shorts and halter, with 6 inch strapped heels, her long smooth legs coming together where I know the most rewarding pussy ever is waiting for my lips. She then asked, “You will not scream if I lift my hand.” I shook my head no, so she did, and asked, “Do you have a death wish, setting here alone, where no one can see you?” “Kind of stupid, huh…I just broke up with my girlfriend, and feeling so alone.” Actually kissing my lips, and softly fondling my breasts, she then said, “I heard, and my pet…I am who you are wanting to come into your life.” Those words followed by another kiss, but this one deeper, more passionate and down right lustful, her tongue forcing my lips apart, accompanied by her hand rubbing my pussy over my shorts, which almost at once became obviously, not moist, but wet. Smiling, she then told me, “You are a lustful little submissive slut aren’t you. Do you wish Uvonda to electrify you?” Not even thinking of what that could fully entail, I simply replied, “I live next to this park, let’s go to my apartment.” After we got there, Uvonda asked, “May I have a glass of scotch, and may I smoke?” Thinking to myself she already was smoking…and on fire; I smiled, then told her, “Yes, of course…here.” I sat next to her, she took a deep drag from her cigarette, pressed her open lips to mine and exhaled the smoke in my mouth. I burst out coughing, as Uvonda, angrily told me, “You are to inhale my smoke you dumb ass slut, not swallow it.” |
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Very nice ...
