Her nipples were really long due to them being stretched out. He couldnt resist the opportunity. He stuck one into his mouth and started sucking on it...hard. Taylor felt the sensation that she was laying down and had was having her ultra-sensitive and sore nipple being sucked on. The feeling was one of both pleasure and pain, but right now the pleasure was out weighing the pain. She looked down to bee that her nipples were bruised badly, She had no time to worry about that now though, she must. Peaty, dry and smoky with a bitter hit on the lips, it always seemed to suit nights like this. Here I was again, dressed up and alone, soaked in aftershave as if it could somehow hide the stench of what I was lowering myself to.'Thanks,' I murmured, taking my whisky without raising my eyes from the bar. I lifted the glass to my mouth and found my thoughts wandering, as they always did. I was married, happy, loved; I had everything, I didn't need this. I was still young, thirty-seven, in the. Childhood fantasies of being hypnotized like people you saw on television. Teenage visions of wild sex, of being controlled and commanded, becoming the young girl who made herself a wiling sex slave. Adult dreams of exploring BDSM, once you learned what BDSM was, of being tied up and used for someone else’s pleasure. But dreams and fantasies weren’t enough for you. You had to go past that and make it real. So you started exploring. Several nights a week, when our friends didn’t drag you out of. I thought about how I would do this. Bambi is a puppet so I could fuck his ass and his face. I moaned a little, the ecstasy in the room was almost tangible. I knew he felt it too. I leaned over and kissed his nose, tonguing it a little. I wasnt sure if that was considered sexy, it being my first time and all, but he looked at me like he loved it. I laid on top of him, kissing him on the mouth this time and tonguing it a lot. I looked at the gaping hole in his ass. It was tempting, but I thought.