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Fine Edges…

Play with me…Tease me.

The edge is sharp and so is my mind.

I can feel it.  The metal, cool and piercing against my skin as it travels along my back, my chest, my stomach, my neck.

I trust you completely as I am bound, literally by your desires to taunt, tease and make me yours…eventually.

You remain fully clothed.  The temperature natural rises at the heat being created between us and as you hover over me, beads of your sweat drip from your face on to mine.  I open my mouth to catch it as if deprived of water.  At this moment, your fluid is my only necessary nourishment.

Immobilized and gagged I look into your eyes, searching for clues.  The anticipation is becoming overwhelming but I stay calm.  I find that sacred space that tells me there is no other place I want to be than under your spell.  Right here.  Right now.

Though I can’t speak, I know my eyes are giving what I am feeling away.  You merely nod, the corners of your lips turn up slightly, and I know at that moment, everything will be alright.

yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx


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