Well, sort of. We were visiting in her backyard when I saw, and pounced on, an opportunity to get her riled up. I let my sassy mouth get ahead of me, and cursed at my aunty in her own house. The ultimate disrespect. Her biggest pet peeve. I'd never dared it before, assuming, rightfully, that even in my 30s I wouldn't be safe from the consequences. I was never sure I wanted that kind of smoke, but today I just NEEDED a beating. And she took the bait. Her face was an immediate stormcloud, contorted with rage, and her chair sk**ded out from behind her as she stood up to confront me. I was rea 阅读更多内容
Alyssa
I think a lot of us have that girl or guy in our heads, that we consider 'the one that got away'. Despite us ending and restarting our relationship a half dozen times over the course of two decades, Alyssa is, and always will be that one. In my mind at least. I suspect, with almost certainty, that fondness I feel for her is due in large part to her adventurous, and at times cruel, sexual tendencies. She didn't look the part of unmerciful mistress. In fact, she looked, and still does look, the very picture of innocence. Standing at five foot even and 90 pounds soaking wet, with baby blue eyes 阅读更多内容
Daniel
A few people I've talked to here have suggested I utilize the posts option to share a few of my thoughts and experiences that may be appreciated by the site members. I figured a good place to start would be my clear love of nipple torture, and the road I took to discovering my predisposition for it. It's been a long journey, so this may have to be split into multiple parts. ***** The catalyst for my love of nipple torture was, surprisingly enough, a completely vanilla boy I met on public transport named Daniel. Daniel and I had a slight language barrier going on, his grasp of English was t 阅读更多内容