Life isn’t one of my bdsm fantasy stories; there are real consequences for ignoring health and safety needs and all of this including the discipline...is meant to be enjoyable for all parties.Second, I’m a praise whore. I love praise. It might be one of the reasons I post up my stories and art and why I love hearing from you guys when you really enjoy something I’ve created. So if my work has an impact on you, let me know, you’ll be doing us both a favor.I love hearing that I’m a good girl and. "1 for me" she smiled. Right then, though I went back to the second guy who was hard again, as he downed some Hennessy straight from the bottle. I sc****d my nails lightly across his ripped perfect chest, and started kissing down his chest, towards his rock hard abs, devouring his dark chocolate body along the way. I tried unsuccessfully to duplicate her act, but was unable."You'll get it, slut. Practice makes perfect." the guy said as he pulled me off, and shoved me back to the ground. "Yo,. She told nothing. I hugged her and kept her head to my chest. I kissed her on her cheeks. She was shivering hugged her tightly and was squeezing her body at that time her son came in and we got separated. We kissed that day several times at kitchen sfter two days when her son and daughter were gone to classes she called me to come to her home. I rushed to there as I entered her house. I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead, cheeks neck nose then I took her face in my hands and kissed her. We fitted together as if we had been this way since back in the day. It was easy to forget it was only just over a year since we had met again. Drawn together by Holly, her voice and talent. We went down to eat with the others, all suitably edified by the beauty of Paris. After the meal we were quieter, realising that we were now headed home. The larger items of our kit, my piano and Farfisa organ, Mac’s drums were going back by courier, a man and a van all wrapped and tied down by expert.