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When he gestured for me to get on the bed, my nerves made me shy – and I tried to play it off with humor. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

“I will when the time’s right.Now get on the bed.”

Jesus…

That VOICE again…

I decided to play along.

I hopped up onto the bed…

But I also gave him a bit of resistance by crossing my legs and seeing what he would do.

“Not far enough,” he said –

Then scooped me up and threw me backwards onto the mattress.

It was both fun and exhilarating –

And very,verysexy.

I hadn’t been with many partners who could toss me around like that.

He didn’tlooklike a bodybuilder in his suit… he was more wiry than muscular…

But he could throw me around like a rag doll.

Still, when I realized just how physically powerful he was, I felt a tiny bit of fear.

“Well,thatwas a bit forward,” I joked.

(If you haven’t noticed yet, I tend to cover my nervousness with humor.)

He smiled and said, “We’re well past the point of my being a ‘bit’ forward.”

And then he looped the first scarf around my forearm.

I was immediately putty in his hands.

A lot of women who aren’t into kink don’t understand why I find bondage so hot.

It’s hard to explain.

It’s certainly not rational…

And a lot of it has to do with how desire and being restrained were first linked in my brain back when I was 16.

The best way of describing it is this:

Imagine (if you’re straight) that the hottest guy in the world is in front of you…

And he has the most beautiful, astoundingly hot cock you’ve ever seen. It makes you drip with desire just to look at it.

It’s rock hard…

You want it inside youso bad…

And then it brushes up against your bare arm.

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