Seven Different Kinds of Smoke


Angry purple indentations on my wrists, from the steel handcuffs--which
became a necessity when I couldn't follow his instructions and keep my
fingers out of my sopping wet pussy while I throated his thick, throbbing
cock.  I deserved the restraint, but he made them oh so tight...

My blonde hair, feeling like it's been jerked out at the roots--from him
grabbing handfuls of my locks, wrapping them around his hands and pulling my
head every which way, from taking him down my throat, to licking his shaft,
to kissing and sucking on his balls...

My jaw--my god, I thought it was bad when it was numb.  It aches
unbelievably, a result of working his shaft from every possible angle, deep,
shallow and everywhere in between, for nearly an hour before being rewarded
with his hot cum spurting against the back of my throat!  I guess he must
have followed the sage advice from the men's magazines, and spanked it just
before I showed up at his door...

Speaking of which--spanking--oooooooooooh.  I still had the red hand prints
emblazoned on my tush this morning, a hot throbbing painful reminder of the
pounding he gave me from behind--my face buried in his sofa cushion as I
screamed my fucking head off--still unsure of whether in pleasure from the
nice hard cock brutally nailing my g-spot, or the pain of the open-handed
pummeling being administered to my lovely ass!  Oh what I would give to have
a nice soft pillow to sit on--but then, everyone in the office would know...

The rug burns--from spending nearly the entire evening on my knees sucking
his cock and taking it between my boobs--and of course the doggy-style
date-rape which hurt so good!  My knees feel like they're on fire...

The soreness--from our interlude at the tattoo shop and the resulting
artwork on my chest--the words explaining whom I belong to, and what
activity someone with my morals is best suited for...

The deep painful bruising all over my neck, shoulders and breasts--from the
biting as I impaled myself on him--the harder I rode him, the more vicious
it became but there was no way I could ever stop...