Yes, that's what I write well. Just like my fans say I do.You know what BDSM stands for don't you? Bondage Dominance etc... Well that's not entirely t...ue. I don't write much about bondage. Never cared for the thing. Nope. Not that kind of a girl. No, I go more for the mental angle. Humiliation games, mental mind tricks. The thinking woman's porn. The kind that makes you wet without even touching yourself. Guess what? Its what my fans all tell me!So like I'm trying to say, I'm pretty good at. Fir vo muje room me le gayi dusre n boli jaan aj jo chahe tum mujse karva sakte ho..Mai pehle toh bed pe let gaya n usse bola rani aj tu mere liye dance karke apne kapde utaregi n mere bhi aur sath ne apne pati ko galliya degi jee bhar k q k mai janta hu k tera pati tuje chodta nai thik se.Uske aisi smile di muje music laga diya (kundi mat khadkao raja wala).Jo uske kamar n boobs hil rahe the dekh k mera lund khada hogaya..N vo galliya diye ja rahi thi. Mera pati sach me chutiyaa hi hai..Chodna. "Who told you?" Oh!" I gasped and then burst out laughing as the boy grinned at me. "You're so bad! You guys didn't! Bobby!" Well, we could have gone by height I suppose." He was the tallest of my male friends, about a foot taller than me, and on a basketball scholarship.The cool thing about Bobby, besides the fact that he had a serious, serious body, was that he was smart. The basketball thing just paid his way and as good as he might be at sports, he didn't dream of playing in the NBA or. Well, that's not absolutely true, Mom could of course, and even Dad to some extent, but no one else ever had a clue. And we put that fact to good use when we grew up and started dating. Put quite simply, we traded off and fucked each other's girlfriends and not one of them ever caught on.The first time it happened it was an accident. My brother was dating (and fucking, although he hadn't yet told me) Mary Ellen Sonnell. Our folks were away for the weekend and I was supposed to be spending the.