The air conditioning was beating down on my legs and I couldn't forget for a second what it felt like to walk like that.I walked into a store, picked out two different skirts, asked for smaller sizes, and went to the fitting room. While I was trying on the second skirt—I was actually still wearing it—the curtain suddenly opened! The saleswoman came in with other styles and opened the curtain without asking anything first… when her eyes dropped and saw my bare skin, she froze. I wasn't imagining it: she saw I wasn't wearing underwear.
Our relationship has always been a deep and relentless exploration of the world of BDSM, an intricate dance where I, as Master, proudly observe the mastery with which she, my Dominant, commands not only me, but now also a new submissive we've decided to incorporate into our unique dynamic. This is no mere fantasy; it's a lifestyle, a carefully constructed universe where dark desires and limits are tested with watchmaker precision. In this ecosystem of pleasure and pain, we find a young woman in her early twenties, with ebony hair and green eyes that blended fear and excitement in an irresistible combination. Though inexperienced, she displayed a curiosity bordering on addiction, a thirst for submission she could barely conceal. She was ready to surrender herself to the commands of my partner, this goddess of cruel wisdom whom I so admired.
My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.
We went to the beach for the weekend. My husband invited a couple to go too. We arrived first. I had brought a layette for the baby of the caretaker's wife, who was pregnant. Everything was deserted, as it wasn't the season, but it was a very hot day. We arrived Friday afternoon, and the couple arrived that evening.
I have a neighbor, a 63-year-old blonde, 5'7", with firm, medium-sized breasts and a nice ass. She always wears tight leggings, sometimes a top, and since she has firm breasts, she rarely wears a bra. She practices yoga on the terrace of her house.
I was at a party with some friends when I first saw her. Her neon pink hair caught my eye from afar, but what really captivated me were the tattoos covering her slim body. She wore a short skirt and a tight top, laughing with some friends as if she were in her own world. I watched from afar, unsure of how to approach.
Lucas felt his heart ache every time he thought of Rafael. His middle brother, always so present, so caring, was now also the center of a confusing, forbidden desire he couldn't shake. It was as if a part of him was at war: on one side, the brotherly love he'd always felt; on the other, an intense attraction that was accompanied by guilt, shame, and fear.
Monday took forever in Claudia and Enzo's minds, but when he arrived at the crown's house he rang the doorbell very quickly, already waiting for the hot Claudia or her daughter to welcome him.