“I…”, my words were interrupted as she placed her finger over her lips to single I was not to speak. I stood still and silent. She moved to a si...ting position on the bed and began fumbling with the button on the top of my jeans while she looked up at me. Her brown eyes were focused upon my eyes with a devilish sparkle. I was frozen in place as I felt her unfasten my jeans, pull them free of my hips and my hardness sprung free. I kicked my shoes loose and stepped out of them. She kisses the tip. Many of us may have different fetishes but I am pretty sure that this is for the pleasure of the other partner. You may share your husband and wife, make them your slave or anything that you can think of, but at the end of the day, both of you will be back together sharing the same love and remembering the vows that you have exchanged towards one another. There's really no sex or something hot on this article but I would love to share what I feel whenever I read the stories posted here.I am a. All through his oral attentions to Edy, Kurt had kept busy with his hands, holding Edy’s legs open, fingers roaming through her bare crotch, wetting themselves between her labia, playing with her clit, feeling out her slit, making her excited and causing her to wonder at just how he might feel when immersed within her depths.She didn’t have long to wonder, Kurt, soon emerging from the covers, his cock down below in darkness under the covers but seeking wet warmth between her legs. Kurt’s cock. She gasped, then began to moan quietly as the needle danced over the engorged button of flesh. The pressure was never enough to draw blood, but sufficient to deliver minute quantities of the drug just below the surface of the tender nipple. He returned the needle to the shining vial, wetting the tip again and again, until both nipples lay wet and glistening in the harsh light.He stopped, watching the circles surrounding her nipples darken to an angry red. She gasped as the tickle of the needle.