I snuggle close to you and you hold me tight. I so love being held by you. You always make me feel special and sometimes I wonder what it would be l...ke to really be your girl. I hate how much my husband changed after his illness, so needy. Todd and I will forever be friends but never again true lovers. Half a marriage, it is better than many I suppose and I don't have to lie. I am thankful that he has accepted my swinging ways. I worry though sometimes, I worry that one day I will be. I push my soaked panties aside, circle my clit a few times and then slide my fingers through the folds of my pussy. My juices are flowing readily and I insert one finger inside my slit. Then another and my breath catches as the third finger forces my walls to expand. My hand is moving back and forth inside me, and my thumb presses on my clitoris. I yearn for something to put inside me and all I can find is my hairbrush. I put it slowly inside me, and I feel a rush of emotions running through. I was having an orgasm! Just by touchingmyself. My balls quivered and my upturned cock shot out a load of cumonto my smooth belly. I touch the jism and I scoop up a bit of it andtake it to my mouth to taste it. I've never done this before and I'mtasting my own funk for the first time. I should be embarrassed but I'mnot. Somehow my new feminine brain made me think that this was alright.It has a funny, salty taste and I think I might like it.At the same time that my boner was dying down. I felt. A length of rope was tied to her wrists, then looped around her ankles and pulled tight, drawing her feet almost up to her hands before it was tied off. The hogtie was now complete, rendering her completely helpless, her body, still wet from the shower and lying in a puddle of water. He rolled Shana over on her side, then sat back and watched while she tried to twist her tiny wrists free from the steel cuffs. She groped at the knots behind her ankles, but it was no use. Limbs trembling, Shana.