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The first pulse starts with the feel

Oo the rope running through my hand.

I feel the heat in my cunt, the anticipation

running through my veins. Wind the rope

around my ribs and hitch. Draw it tight,

make myself feel it. Can’t take a deep

breath now. Can’t fill my lungs. Twitch

again. I’m slick and needy. Wind beneath

my breasts, then above them. Connect

a new rope, wind it round and round,

pull the heavy weight of my tits up

and high, tight and throbbing. Make

the skin dapple with purple. Feel the

pressure. The sting of clamps. Another

rope, a new color to add to the tapestry.

This one goes round my waist. Pulls tight.

Tighter. Down between my legs and up,

bisect me, cut through my most secret

places, crush my clit in an unrelenting hold.

Twine the rope around my hips, beneath

my ass. Every movement, I feel it hold onto

me, restrict me. Pinch me and pull at me.

Draw in a deep breath, feel the rope tell me

No. Feel the tension, the tightness,

That comes with restraint; feel the calm,

The contentedness that comes with the

Hug of the ropes. The safety and stress

That comes with its caress. My hands reach

For the wand. Switch it on and hear the

Buzz. Pull the crotch rope tight, make it

Hurt even as it hurtles me into orgasm.

Posted
I got gayer reading this… I gotta go suck a dick to feel normal no l e wants to hear about your throbbing cunt Charleen
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Ha! A least a few of us disagree with the above. It was a lovely ode to the ropes and what they bring, throbbing cunts included 😮💨
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