One of the first , but not the last

[Paddywack-3112]

One of the first , but not the last

When opening this new door to Paddys life , he did it slowly  as so not to hear it squeak.
He knew his past and had to claw tooth & nail for his present presence .

What was he looking for 
What were his tastes
What could be provide

Answers to some of these questions he could , and would deal with the rest once they came seeking his attention. 

It was the hair that set her apart from the others- the way those golden lockes cascaded down her back
He saw her manicured hands 
Those red nails , 
And al those other tiny details that make her a woman

Tap tap tapppity tap and a message was sent.
He waits  , She replies 

From the text he tells shes as refined as her pics, only giving you enough to sustain for now and definitely needing you to want more

From the conversation and connection,  the scene devoped and evolved for her.

He took her on a journey to see what she liked and enjoyed 
And she enjoyed a lot 
Those first seconds to 
Minutes , And those minutes turned to an hour. 
And that hour turned to three.
And her additions to the connection kept the story going. 

From the drive 
To the pretty girl at the perfume counter
Her empowerment over a stranger 
And her return to the girl to show her the scent she wanted.
There was something for everyone, 
paddy showed her the empowerment she could have and be, if she conversed with paddy again. 

And she did , 24 hours later.
When her stranger discovered  her kitchen door,  and returned her Empowerment with ***ful pride .

Connection and conversations stayed for a bit and they enjoyed each others company,
Each knew this was fun and enjoyable,  and in essence that what this lifestyle and its ballgagged core all about.

And there's more to tell about this woman. 

But as he told her yesterday 

" patience is a virtue "

And you will have to wait for more

[PaganDawn]

Again, you take us on an Alice in Wonderland journey of the discovery of Paddy..

[Deleted Member]

She took his hand as he led her through the door into an unknown world she had only read about but wanted to explore. Gently, playfully he helped her see how a total stranger could understand her reservations and help her see a world of possibilities to fulfill her need for deep intimacy. Each day he would continue to take her on a journey of exploration, helping her to visualize possibilities of erotic pleasure he knew she would enjoy and those from his own fantasies. At one turn in the path, she let go of his hand and attempted to find her own way through the garden, but she stumbled and bruised her knees and fell off the log across the babbling brook. He tried to rescue her numerous times, but she couldn’t see his face or feel his hand reaching for her. Sobbing, she left the garden only to return weeks later to see the roses in bloom, the log repaired, his face smiling, and the workbench clean and ready for tasks he had planned for her. She can only hope he gives her the the one Queen rose left, reserved for his special visitor to receive. “Is it pink or red” she asks?

[Liber8ed]

I love roses that have been genetically entwined to be rose and pink .

Then I don’t make a choice and enjoy both colours in one rose .  

Just like two into one or night and day that finds where light breaks and creates shadows in what once was darkness . We cannot have dark without light. Or vice versa they exist next to each other . 
I long for light to see my damsel as in the dark I cannot see but only feel but both are erogenous to me . 
you ? 
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