Corner Time

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CORNER TIME….

Dressed in high heels, trembling flesh
Quivering with anticipation
Punishment or pleasure, or sweet mixture of both
Shivering but not from cold
Rather from heat rising from within
Moving to the wall
Finding it chilled against heated flesh
Nipples firm, aching
Brushing against the cool wall, hardening
Feet apart, open for Sir
Eager for His touch, His gaze
Moisture coating taut thighs
As heat rises, breath catching
As instructed she plays with her toy
Minutes pass with aching slowness
As the toy thrusts deeper and harder
Soft moans are stifled against warming plaster
Bottom lip caught between sharp teeth
As muscles tighten and the urge to peak is fought
Ah… sweet punishment… denial
Sweeping to the edge again and again
Teetering but not falling over
Creamy juices dripping down
Coating lips and fingers
Ever so slowly the minutes pass
Five then ten
Until finally twenty have come and gone
Legs quivering, muscles shivering
Breath trembling past swollen lips
Aching for denied release
Cleaning toy with lips and tongue
Savoring the sweet cream
Thinking of His hands, His mouth
Anticipating

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tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
IN A CORNER

up a tree. TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Peering hungrily through the steamed peephole, see her self-control well taught by her Master while she builds her anticipation and in self-torture, learns to wait.