That's not how I work. I work from a core of lust. It's a horrible trait to have, but its me. Give me your cock, give me your cum....pound me, slap me......use me until I whimper. Hell, I'm whimpering now.I was talking with a wonderful fuck friend online earlier (you know who you are)...we were talking about how I would love to tie a woman up and dominate her right now. Shove a long neck bottle up into her pussy, suck on her clit, make her squirm and beg for more...beg me to stop and then beg for. He pressed the button again and doesnt stop it this time. The hot water stings my sensitive nipples as they are being twisted. Patrick walks around so he is behind me with a water proof remote so he can stop the twisting if I need it. My arms are chained above my head. My legs chain to the floor so I cant slip, just in case the non slip pad doesnt work. Patrick holds his favorite flogger and pulls his arm back. He snaps the flogger against my wet bottom. Yelping I slightly move forward, as my. ..”“And you own that Warrior because it’s the only way you can do business, right?”“Not hardly. Expensive hobby. I suppose I could buy a dressed-out Harley and a leather jacket...”“And find yourself as the temporary hood ornament on an errant Prius,” I chuckled.“There is THAT...”“I’ll find out what my boss says,” I said. “Personally, I think the more traffic, the better. I worry that the place still looks abandoned.”“I drove by there. It’s got new roof and new paint and new windows...”“Like I. A slight moan escaped her lips. My hands made their way from her bare midriff to her chest and back again. God her tits felt nice.Times like I love dancing -- my hand -- more than sex -- creeping down-- the flashing lights -- to her pants -- the sweat-- and slipping -- the smoke lingering in the air -- past her panties -- the heat of your partner -- one finger -- the swaying bodies around you -- crawling past the hair -- the hypnotic beat -- and sliding along her crack -- and then the pace of.