Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows…
The sound of the belt buckle as he undoes it and the distinctive noise of it sliding through the loops of his trousers always makes my breath catch in the back my throat. Even if it just him taking his belt of when he gets home my mind will instantly jump to thoughts of him wrapping it round his fist and calling me to him. Each stroke is like fire across my flesh making me cry out with the harshness of it but the moment it is done I have my reward because the belts real gift is the angry red welts that it leaves on my skin…. and the matching hot throbbing ache that lingers between my thighs.
Last week I mentioned images that are part of my personal wank collection. This one, for a very different reason, is one of those. It is all about the suggestion, the intent, the memories it inspires and the promise it implies. I took this picture with my new white background screen I got for Christmas and to say I am pleased with it would be a tiny bit of an understatement.
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