The idea of me being a sweet, innocent, little virgin is almost laughable. I can see where they were coming from though, I’m twenty and under 5”5�...� with a petite frame but the most fantastic pair of 32E breasts. So I can come across as a little coy and sweet when it suits me. But the reality is I am very kinky. I love pain: clamps, floggers, paddles, hot wax. Love it all. But I also have a very dominant side. As my poor boyfriend was about to find out. We’d been seeing each other for a few of. We laid beside each other afterwards in our post coital bliss. Ben's hand was roaming across my body when I heard someone knock on the door. I kissed Ben and declared, "I must dress, then inform your doctor of the good news."Ben teased, "The news that we screwed each other's brains out!"I punched his arm and responded, "No my silly lover! The news that you have feeling below the level of your back injury."I quickly adjusted my clothes, opened the door and Ben's primary nurse scolded, "What were. My control holds by the thinnest thread. Tempting fate, I make my way off the porch removing my t-shirt. Her eyes track me as I move, lingering on the Lion pride tattoo on my chest. It’s a simple tattoo, a Lioness sits curled around her cub with a lion watching over both of them. It’s Tara’s claim to me stronger than any ring or vow. Her hand moves out tracing along the edges of the tattoo. “This one is my favorite.” “I know, now kiss me.” Her hands move to my lower back pulling the tie to my. Her legs were bare, but tanned nicely. Her job kept her outside a lot working on construction job sites and she had a nice set of tanned legs. Her legs were her best asset and she knew it and she enjoyed showing them off whenever she needed to feel real feminine. Today she felt a deep need to be feminine. She was a bit worried about her thicker than desired middle, but figured that since she wasn't looking for a mate yet, she could diet later. When she had parked her car and got out to look at.