Plant bondage: the best kind
Goose bumps broke out on Aria’s sensitive skin as she felt the feathery touch of more tendrils moving up her body. Another potent source of pheromones was Aria’s sensitive armpits which were damp with perspiration. With her arms tied behind her, and bathed in perspiration now, other tendrils were slowly writhing up her body towards her exposed, moist underarms.
Slowly they covered her writhing body in an intricate net-like pattern across her stomach and breasts. Aria jerked as several tendrils located her nipples, gently teasing them. The thousands of hairs on each tendril repeatedly surrounded both sensitive nipples, bringing them to a state of full erection.
More tendrils explored her sensitive underarms, adding to the ticklish unbearable torture. Aria’s body writhed and twisted to escape the sweet torture, but the tendrils were every where at once, invading her nostrils, her mouth and her ears. Always gentle, they were never rough as they traced delicate circles over her supple responsive body.
She shuddered again as another tendril snaked into her moist receptive vagina, intensifying the urgent need there already aroused by the tendrils caressing her clitoris. Several more entered the warm confines and one found the pleasure spot in her anus.
The tendrils were everywhere at once, stirring Aria’s unwilling and uncooperative body to an unwilling state of unbearable arousal. Their combined effect on Aria was both intense and immediate. She cried,”Oh MY GOD! NOOOOOO!!”
Mmm…
Desperate Girl, Begging For A Key
In her pussy, she has a large fire egg, carved from rough coral, that’s been coated in butter and well-refrigerated.
Why call it a fire egg, if it was refrigerated? Well, the cold butter is in layers, and it’s melting now. The outer layer was just butter, but that’s all gone. She’s just discovering that the next layer, just starting to melt out of the pores of the surprisingly rough coral, is a spicy Jalapeño butter. What she doesn’t know yet is that jammed into the deepest pores of the coral is a nasty habanero butter, about fifty times hotter…
Meanwhile, for contrast, in her bottom she’s got a well-carved plug of ginger. So she wants the key, she wants it bad:
http://www.bondageblog.com/bondage-pictures/desperate-girl-large.jpg
But of course, she’s not going to get it until she performs a few intimate personal services…
My favorite story. How i wish to experiment with. ;)
Desperate Girl, Begging For A Key
In her pussy, she has a large fire egg, carved from rough coral, that’s been coated in butter and well-refrigerated.
Why call it a fire egg, if it was refrigerated? Well, the cold butter is in layers, and it’s melting now. The outer layer was just butter, but that’s all gone. She’s just discovering that the next layer, just starting to melt out of the pores of the surprisingly rough coral, is a spicy Jalapeño butter. What she doesn’t know yet is that jammed into the deepest pores of the coral is a nasty habanero butter, about fifty times hotter…
Meanwhile, for contrast, in her bottom she’s got a well-carved plug of ginger. So she wants the key, she wants it bad:
http://www.bondageblog.com/bondage-pictures/desperate-girl-large.jpg
But of course, she’s not going to get it until she performs a few intimate personal services…
I would love to make her hold her hole open like this, and wait for me, blindfolded and with ear plugs . I could come and go, carefully put my cock into her open hole and leave without her knowing that I was even in her. Once I’d seen enough, I could just walk up, and paint the inside of her hole with cum, having never given her the pleasure of being fucked. I’m not sure if I’d let her close up and keep my load inside her as lube for round two, or if I’d have her keep holding herself open for me… I’d love to go away and take care of some chores, totally forget about her, and come back to her still spayed wide open with a lake of my cum gleaming from inside her.
