his heat. He walked over to his dresser and picked up a framed photograph and brought it to me. Tyb handed it to me so I could study it. Old photo, could tell by the cars in the background and the hair styles of the three people. Two teenaged girls, dressed up as Magenta and Columbia from Rocky Horror Picture Show, and a teenaged boy, dressed as Frank N. Furter. "You rocked that corset."
"Indeed. That was the Halloween before I ran. I love corsets and heels."
I looked up to him; I'm sure the eagerness radiating from my eyes like lasers through smoke—very evident. "Would you?"
He smiled at me, hesitantly. "You sure?"
"I see no reason for you not to do so." I arose from my position. "If you don't want to, I understand. But I have no problem with it. I made my position on the subject known earlier." The thought of getting spanked by a man dressed up as a sweet transvestite… secret dream come true. Christos would never sport such stuff. An affront to his manliness which could only be fixed by beating something brunette and female.
"Sure, give me a couple minutes." Tyb took the photo from my hands and returned it to the dresser. Then his attention shifted to taking an armful of stuff from the bottom drawer to the bathroom.
I watched Rocky Horror. It was the part when Janet was singing Toucha Toucha Touch Me when Tyb reappeared, looking very much a young Tim Curry without the makeup.
"You're hot." And I felt like a nimrod for voicing my admiration, but the man has a great figure and quite frankly, his garb displayed it deliciously. The bonus was that he knew how to walk in heels with the same attitude as a runway model. I got in spanking position again, and without missing a beat, Tyb placed five spanks to the center of my lust. This time though, instead of caressing my ass, he slid a finger down my slit, sliding in my liquid passion.
I backed up against his hand, eager for him to pillage my depths. Instead, Tyb kept his touch non-committal and me, ever wanting his attention.
"So, besides spankings, what do you like?"
"Mmmmm… I like blindfolds. Sometimes being tied up—if it doesn't result in bruises or torture."
"Would you let me tie you up?"
I thought about it for a moment. "Only if I get a chance to tie you up as well, sometime down the line."
He contemplated and replied, "Sounds fair." His hands went back to massaging my bottom.
I wiggled my ass to remind Tyb of his duty. "I want you to fuck me."
"You do? I wouldn't have guessed."
"Do you want me to beg?"
"Do you want to beg?"
"No. I just want your cock in me."
Tyb removed his hands from me and asked me to lie on his bed. I did so, interested in where he was going with this adventure. "Close your eyes."
I did so, feeling his weight travel across the bed toward me. Then I could feel his hot breath panting over me. First at my feet, then up to my knees My thighs and their apex. Navel, torso, breasts and neck. Then my lips. I opened them, just a little, hoping he'd take the bait and kiss me. He didn't though.
Instead, he straddled my upper thighs. His hands fluttered from my belly, upward, to my breasts. Light as butterfly wings, he grazed my nipples with his fingers, then back down to my belly. Again and again, each pass became firmer. Then he flicked my taunt nipple with his fingers. Didn't hurt, just startled me a little. I let a low moan pass between my lips and writhed my hips beneath him. "I want more, Tyb."
As a reply, he began kissing my neck. Little teasing nips and licks made every hair stand on end. He worked his magical lips down to my collar bone, breasts, belly and pussy. He spread my thighs and began to lick and suck. I fucked against his face, but right before I peaked, he stopped and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips and oh! It was a potent aphrodisiac. He pushed the tip of his tongue through my lips and I moaned in delight.
Tyb stopped for a moment and said "Open your eyes." I did so, watching him remove his bikini
"Indeed. That was the Halloween before I ran. I love corsets and heels."
I looked up to him; I'm sure the eagerness radiating from my eyes like lasers through smoke—very evident. "Would you?"
He smiled at me, hesitantly. "You sure?"
"I see no reason for you not to do so." I arose from my position. "If you don't want to, I understand. But I have no problem with it. I made my position on the subject known earlier." The thought of getting spanked by a man dressed up as a sweet transvestite… secret dream come true. Christos would never sport such stuff. An affront to his manliness which could only be fixed by beating something brunette and female.
"Sure, give me a couple minutes." Tyb took the photo from my hands and returned it to the dresser. Then his attention shifted to taking an armful of stuff from the bottom drawer to the bathroom.
I watched Rocky Horror. It was the part when Janet was singing Toucha Toucha Touch Me when Tyb reappeared, looking very much a young Tim Curry without the makeup.
"You're hot." And I felt like a nimrod for voicing my admiration, but the man has a great figure and quite frankly, his garb displayed it deliciously. The bonus was that he knew how to walk in heels with the same attitude as a runway model. I got in spanking position again, and without missing a beat, Tyb placed five spanks to the center of my lust. This time though, instead of caressing my ass, he slid a finger down my slit, sliding in my liquid passion.
I backed up against his hand, eager for him to pillage my depths. Instead, Tyb kept his touch non-committal and me, ever wanting his attention.
"So, besides spankings, what do you like?"
"Mmmmm… I like blindfolds. Sometimes being tied up—if it doesn't result in bruises or torture."
"Would you let me tie you up?"
I thought about it for a moment. "Only if I get a chance to tie you up as well, sometime down the line."
He contemplated and replied, "Sounds fair." His hands went back to massaging my bottom.
I wiggled my ass to remind Tyb of his duty. "I want you to fuck me."
"You do? I wouldn't have guessed."
"Do you want me to beg?"
"Do you want to beg?"
"No. I just want your cock in me."
Tyb removed his hands from me and asked me to lie on his bed. I did so, interested in where he was going with this adventure. "Close your eyes."
I did so, feeling his weight travel across the bed toward me. Then I could feel his hot breath panting over me. First at my feet, then up to my knees My thighs and their apex. Navel, torso, breasts and neck. Then my lips. I opened them, just a little, hoping he'd take the bait and kiss me. He didn't though.
Instead, he straddled my upper thighs. His hands fluttered from my belly, upward, to my breasts. Light as butterfly wings, he grazed my nipples with his fingers, then back down to my belly. Again and again, each pass became firmer. Then he flicked my taunt nipple with his fingers. Didn't hurt, just startled me a little. I let a low moan pass between my lips and writhed my hips beneath him. "I want more, Tyb."
As a reply, he began kissing my neck. Little teasing nips and licks made every hair stand on end. He worked his magical lips down to my collar bone, breasts, belly and pussy. He spread my thighs and began to lick and suck. I fucked against his face, but right before I peaked, he stopped and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips and oh! It was a potent aphrodisiac. He pushed the tip of his tongue through my lips and I moaned in delight.
Tyb stopped for a moment and said "Open your eyes." I did so, watching him remove his bikini
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