All she could do was stand in the water and enjoy this wonderful commodity she had been denied now for what seemed like an eternity. Sudsing up her lo...fah, she began to subs up her body from head to toe. It had been a while since she had been with a man, even though her boyfriend was so very jealous, he hadn't had intimacy with her in years. Leaving her starved and abandoned in her most personal needs. Being the kind of person she was, being a one man women, she had allowed herself to suffer in. I am asking, begging, pleading for you to fuck me and release me from this terrible heat that is raging through me. You stop and pull away, you take off the blindfold. I am an uncontrolled mass of emotions. You are a controlled, disciplined artist playing my body like a fine instrument. You stand back and watch my face. You smile at the unashamed need and raw hunger you see. Your pleased that you have broken through all my prudish defensive. You remove the scarf from my wrists , then the ropes. Us waqt socha kay isay yehi pai chod dun par mein dar gaya so mein wahan say utha aur bathroom mein ja kay muth mari par sakoon tha kay aata nahi tha mein pagal ho raha tha phir kuch waqt baad aunty phir aye aur bed par bhait gaye un ho nay uncle ki batain karna shuru kar diya actually mein ap ko batana bhool gay friends kay uncle ki 6 years back death ho chuki thi. Mein nay un ko hosla diya aur un k pass ja k bhait gaya tab hi mein nay un ki thigh pai 2 se 3 baar touch kiya it was great woh. But then, why not? After all, I was going to have sex with him anyway, so where’s the harm? Still, the realization that I had crossed a (seemingly) huge line was very clear to me. As we entered the elevator, my adrenaline began to surge wildly through my veins, and I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. I was tempted to chicken out, but at the same time I felt ashamed of myself for feeling so weak, as well as ashamed of myself for what I would be doing if I remained strong. As the elevator.