Razor Stories

I have no idea how she's going to explain this to her husband. The rope marks around her wrists and ankles would be difficult enough, but at least they'll fade in a day or two. What I'm about to do to her wriggling form will last weeks. With one limb tethered to each of the bedposts, she tests the bonds that snap taut and slacken as she responds to the barest brushes of my fingertips across her body. The nipples I skim ar...

On a whim, I want to bind you in silk ties And shave your beautiful quim With a cut-throat razor To find your level of trust Then when you're smooth I'll play, with my fingers and tongue My lips and teeth Lick and suck Inside and out until you beg me Beg me to fuck you But if I gag you too, Then I can play all day. And then all night. Tasting your juices. And then cum on your tits.

I remember when I first started to pay attention to my pussy hair. It was many years ago, when I first began seeing Evert. He was a few years older than me and liked everything to be ‘just so’. He had encouraged me to wax my bikini line and trim my pubic hair into a neat little triangle. Of course, I had been too shy to think about going to have it done professionally, back then, but Evert was already experienced in manic...