WARNING! This blog contains material for adults only. If you are under the age of consent, please move on. If, on the other hand, you are curious/interested in writing/images of a carnal nature, please read on!

WARNING#2! themes of d/S, bdsm and other 'alternative' forms of sexuality may be present within this blog. All stories are FICTION, however, and - if immitation be the sincerest form of flattery - should only be attempted under the *strict* supervision of a trained professional...don't say you weren't warned. ;~>)

j (for jones)


Tall.

Curvey.

Sensuous...

Yumm...

That was j. Just the thought of her sent him into paroxysms of anticipatory arousal...her soft skin, ample cleavage and bodacious derriere, combined to create in him something other than who, or what he'd been before he'd met her.

But it was more than that. Yes, j was hardly an average acquaintance, and hardly one satisfied with traditional forms of expression. For j, her greatest heights of arousal came (pardon the expresson) from...intense...forms of interactivity. Yes, j was, as she unashamedly herself admitted, a 'pain slut'.

And he loved her for it.

What's a 'pain slut', you might ask?

Well you might... ;~>



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