Soft ropes and black leather
Looping, cinching
Tugging ever-so-taut around willing and fragile wrists
She lies still, immersed in his carnal exploration
While the smell of well-oiled leather tickles her senses
Like a powerful aphrodisiac
Her proffered acquiescence becomes exhilarating, titillating
Levitating between two vivdly colorful dimensions:
One of constraint
One of liberation
The sensations culminating into unparalleled, explosive energy
As the essence of her lover’s sinful intentions fills her to the very core…
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©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
