Hello Fellow Deviants. I got discovered on the dance floor in amongst the gyrating bodies, by the most succulent of creatures. You know when you leave the house you have a deep feeling something monumental is about to happen. Mine was the combining of erotic energy with a like minded individual. I was feeling the pulsating of the music as I danced when I felt someone grabbing my hips only to match my rhythm with their body against me. I wait for a hard shaft to meet my curves but instead it was flesh much higher against my back that I felt ~ breasts. Her hands slid into my dress only to increase the intensity I felt for her. Flesh against flesh nothing to stop the erotic charge brewing within me.
Our time at the club was brief but the bond we shared after lasted some time. For she was truly as dark as I. It was a weekend filled with bondage, myself tied up and tortured for hours on end. I still bare the marks. I keep rubbing my wrists remembering the leather cuffs that she placed on them and the chains that draped between my wrists. My fingers prevent me from saying anymore about this sinful bisexual experience, for my erotic cravings need attention. There is only one thing that shall cure my craving having me bound from the rafters in a bondage phone sex session.
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