I have been married to my wife Margaret for about eighteen years now and my wife and I have, on occasion, indulged in a little light bondage. I love it but alas, my wife does not get as much from it as I do. I of ten engage in self bondage involving wrapping myself in cling film but my wife does not approve which made this incident all the better. ...
For Me THE VISUALS: Light glints and shines off tight, shiny latex. The black second skin is stretched taut across thighs and buttocks, breasts and belly, forearms and biceps. Its smooth embrace encases each finger, the neck, cheeks, ears and skull. The marvellous, tight, continuous smoothness is punctuated by small wrinkles at wrist and elbow, neck and knee. My love has been rendered anonymous, mute and alien. The pliant material covers and yields, accommodating itself to her movements. The continuous organic blackness of the costume is broken only by the thin golden shine of a bracelet on the right wrist, the large aquamarine ring around the left ring finger and the incongruous lines and angles of equally black boots that rise from thin, high heels to just below the knee. A splash of red marks lips outlined by the mouth hole of her hood, sparkling dark eyes shine from their openings. Her shiny dark hair glimmers with a faint magenta hue where it spills from the opening in the back of the hood. Light from 63 candles spread around the room (I have had plenty of time to count them) illuminates my love and throws multiple shimmering shadows on the walls, floor and ceiling. ...
Steve and Monica met each other in a local bar. They talked for a couple of hours, getting to really know each other. After a while they felt their own urges building up inside them. Wanting a release, Steve made the first move, “Would you like to go back to my place for a while, maybe kick back and watch a movie?” Steve, feeling he had finally conquered a rejection problem he had for a while, got a very unexpected answer. ...