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"And did you have a nice time?" I follow. We came up with an assortment of juvenile possibilities - cocks, cunts and cunny, fucks and feels fannies, now, nightly or never, and massive maid's minges. 'Bondage' was understood to mean physical tying-up, rather than something akin to the antiquated practice of slave ownership, and neither did 'domination' have quite the same psychological status as it does today, then being pretty much an outlet for male. But besides being very sweet, he knew me well enough by this time to suspect I was teasing him. Must admit, it was great. And we'd had a couple of drinks. We laughed so much, we started to attract attention, so we judiciously gave. Paradoxically, man's principal desire is, as a general rule, then to rip all your clothes off at the first opportunity. I slide behind him and tie his wrists with the silky belt off my wrap - a naked man has no business groping a clothed lady. Lunchtime, I picked up his rather cryptic reply: "Yes...
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But I felt he said it unconvincingly - and not in the way someone would say it if they wanted to change the subject. Back in those days, Google was known only as the biggest number in the universe - even bigger than the number of pairs of shoes I possessed. I commandeered the belt from my wrap - you never know when something like that may come in useful, and strutted like a catwalk model back to see what awaited me in the lounge. "So I enquire casually, shortly after Tom has filled me in with the essential advantages of twin carburettors on an Austin Healey, "Have you ever been tied to the bed by a naked dominatrix and had slow sex 69 style?". Well, at least it didn't go into the carpet. My plan was to slither downwards and slowly and gently fellate him, so my expensive lipstick's 'dark flash of exotic fuchsia' would leave him a smudged reminder of his gorgeous true-love whenever he went for a pee for the next 18 hours. I slide back round to face him. when I was younger.
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So I slowly circled him a few times, making as much eye contact as possible and wetting my pouting lips with the tip of my tongue - my attempt at suggestive behaviour. Those truncheons are for real, Thomas. I strode slowly round him so my dress brushed against his face, arms and shoulders. Only, austrian, only, azeri, only, bBC, only, bBW, only, bDSM, only, babe, only, babysitter. "Looks like I'll have to beat the answer out of you I say, moving my face near to his, and my hand onto the top of his thigh. My kinda guy actually. I managed to wean Tom off his prematurity problem, and subsequently we enjoyed several more such scenes, with me getting through lots of outfits and much fun. But whatever, the mention of willing participants being bound and gagged while being used and abused by their partners, was sweet music to my ears, and pretending to be a naughty nurse or a nympho nun added full orchestration to the symphony. "Clever girl he says. So clothed, or not clothed, it seems either state has its part to play in the dynamic of sexual attraction.
Perhaps it was because, in my modest experience of sex, it had always been a given that the woman gets off first - otherwise, she's not likely to get off at all. Well, I think they are - please yourself. He dropped me at my flat and, as usual, I asked him in for coffee, which usually meant we'd have coffee, end. These were the days before the Internet and mobile phones informed one, at the touch of a button, of every kink and foible attributed to the human race, with explicit videos to illustrate, so I was mildly impressed. "Not really my scene he says. Stepping closer, so my court shoe nestled in his crotch, I took hold of his hair, and pulled his head back, so that his gaze was concentrated on the underview of my impressive tits. No, start again, Trina, tell it like. "Oh, cfnm you mean?" he says, attempting to sound all innocent and laid-back. So I ignored them.