He tells me when to eat, determines where I can go, how to act and what to wear. He lives thousands of miles away, but He marks my body nearly everyda...y. I am His canvas, His muse. He demands twenty spanks on the right ass cheek, I inflict the contact at his command. His voice, my hand, his marks. My body is His. My holes are His. He is my everything. The taboo world of bdsm and D/s relationships has been glinted at in mainstream literature. In the early 50’s, a woman hid behind a pen name and. Tiring of that she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Now fully naked she began her onslaught of self-love.Furiously she rubbed her pussy as she squeezed a tit. Rubbing in circles over her clit she felt her pussy juices flow. As she thought of the man from the story fucking her pussy hard she moaned and groaned. With each mental thrust she got wetter and wetter and her nipples harder and harder. She could barely contain herself. Her pussy was flaring open, expecting a cock to shove itself. Of course my cock got hard and the more she felt it, the closer she got and the more she shifted against me. We finished the dance and she asked if I wanted to go have a smoke outside, so we went outside and lit up. There were others out there and she said lets walk a little. When we were away from the others, she asked if she could see my dick. I was hesitant but did not resist much. Next thing I know she is sucking my cock for all she is worth. I am 7 inches with a big head and circumsised. I. But recently I have felt more and more in love with him. By this I mean literally in love. I know that it is not normal to love your brother more than just a brother, but I simply could not help it. And my feelings for Jason only grew during Winter break one year. I was in a deep sleep. Lamely dreaming about the Yankees winning the World Series in November, when the most annoying sound wakes me up yet again. The sound of the alarm clock, which I thought I had turned off, was ringing at full.