Erotic Literature
Not for underage people
Laura felt her muscles become sore because of the awkward position she was in.
Her sweat dropped on the floor and her honey dribbled by her legs. Having her sensitive parts attacked by so many stimuli was driving her crazy.
In the darkness of her blindfold she asked herself how much time has passed since she was left that way. Half an hour? An hour? Two?
I looked after her seated on a near chair, drinking slowly an innocent glass of water on the rocks. Less than ten minutes has passed since Laura's torment has started, but certainly she felt like much more time has passed by.
I admired her like she was a piece of art. My piece of art.
Not for underage people
Laura felt her muscles become sore because of the awkward position she was in.
Her sweat dropped on the floor and her honey dribbled by her legs. Having her sensitive parts attacked by so many stimuli was driving her crazy.
In the darkness of her blindfold she asked herself how much time has passed since she was left that way. Half an hour? An hour? Two?
I looked after her seated on a near chair, drinking slowly an innocent glass of water on the rocks. Less than ten minutes has passed since Laura's torment has started, but certainly she felt like much more time has passed by.
I admired her like she was a piece of art. My piece of art.
