My door is on the other side of my bed next to me as I was sat intently staring at the girls across the back gardens. Because I sat facing away from m...y door with my body at 90 degrees to my head, I didn't notice as Amy had peeked through the half open door and seen me pumping away at myself. She had been stood for less than a minute before she had noticed how wet she had been. To my knowledge, she hadn't been with a guy either. She crept in, her steps muffled by the radio. My attention was. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her lips, those soft luscious lips, were crushed against his.Phil was submerged completely beneath her sensuality. He drowned.She ended the kiss and finally he was able to come back up for air. Phil's knees trembled like rubber bands. The last time she'd been this intense was when she'd taken his virginity.Verdé turned her back on him and walked away down the corridor without a backwards glance. Still reeling from the kiss, Phil watched her go with a. We didn't split up right away. In fact, it was the best part of another year before we did. During that time, I slowly but steadily worked to undo her conditioning, and morphed our relationship to a more vanilla one. I could tell at times she didn't like that, and longed to be taken down and used, but I also knew she would have to move on from that to achieve her dreams.If you think it was easy on me, think again.I changed my relationship status on my BDSM internet profiles to show myself only. I turned to see Max standing at the outlet, with the plug in his hand. I would’ve flipped my shit… if it wasn’t for the fact that Max was standing there completely naked, except for the rag he was using to cover his cock. But, clearly it wasn’t any good. He might have just left it back in the bathroom. The rag was awkwardly placed to begin with and wet. Through the wet fabric, an outline of his head was half visible, his hands were covering the other half. The top part of his shaft, a patch of.