"I..."You swallow nervously and try again, and this time you find your voice."I... am a girl."You stare at yourself in the mirror, and in your reflect...on you can seeyourself accepting it, no, *embracing* it."I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl..." I... I am a girl!"You repeat it to yourself, again and again and again, each time alittle louder."I... am a GIRL!"You throw your head back and laugh, the sound of your laughter fillingthe room. You can feel the air around. He had a fair complexion and had a well-shaped beard. (I have a soft corner for bearded guys).He was medium-built, but I could tell from his physique, that he worked out. I liked his bio too, so I swiped him right. We went straight to the point.Both of us agreed that neither of us wanted a serious relationship, and we were both looking for a mind-blowing sexual relationship.When I shared my fantasies with him, unlike my ex-bf, he got more interested in me.Tushar: Girl! You have got an. "I'll be right back, brother."She returned with a corkscrew and two cigarettes. I opened the wine as she lit our smokes. We lay like that on the sofa, smoking and drinking and making small talk. At one point she mentioned that I could bring my stuff into her master bedroom. She said she wanted me to sleep with her. It was music to my ears. After the wine and cigarettes were gone I took my stuff into her room. She had a nice layout there, with a king bed and flat screen TV hanging on the far. .....i pull her towards your bedroom and as we eneter i see you lay back waiting. i loosen her hand rope cuffs and tell her to place her hands behind her back and once again i tie her hands......tight hard as she lets out a sigh feeling the rope attached to her hand tight in her pussy and what is mosit and comfortable has moved away from her wet pussy has become uncomfortable again from the sandpaper rough edged rope material....."BITCH!" as she looks into my eyes with this not wanting.