I was scared of you when I first saw you. You had an evil look about you that sent shivers of apprehension down my spine and yet when I reached out and fleeting touched your rough edges I could feel my pussy grow wet as my mind wandered to thoughts of you touching me. But I kept my distance, not wanting to provoke you into action, I was happier just imagining you. Every now and then I could catch a glimpse of you, sometimes it felt like you were watching me. I knew this could not be the case, but still you lingered, tempting me closer with your casual air. Then one day I found myself alone with you and before I knew what was happening my inquisitive nature took over and I reached out for you. My fingers running over your firm contours and dragging across the ragged edges of your torso. My breath quickened in response but before we could be caught together I turned and walked away.
In the end you came for me, when I was least expecting you and taught me not to be scared of your touch. I thought you would make me cry but instead you showered me with heat and a tingling burn that had me offering myself up for more.
You showed me the power of your brutal passion and left me marked and on fire. I am no longer scared of you. I let myself think about you now and remember and I find myself breathless with desire for more of your biting charms. I wonder when you will come for me again. I wonder if you know just how much I want to feel your touch upon my skin. I wonder if I beg, will you give me more…
Ps… A massive big thank you to our wonderful friend Phoenix who brought this delightful instrument of torture, also known as the Vampire Paddle, all the way from Australia as a gift for Sir and I.
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