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I think i am quicker with my recovery. yesterday i was able to make love for the first time without collapsing and crying after a few minutes.
a man with long white silver hair that I liked to grab when he grabbed me back.
I had initiated the meeting. first time, first night.
not very tall, very bright - as usual - the eyes of a hawk and a mouth made for kisses
but you know these evenings....a bit like us...there was no expectations at all, apart from my specific and capricious demand : "bring nipple clamps please ....I like them..."
"but it hurts you know? " had he answered almost anxious
"I know".
wine, cheese and the garden, night, cigarettes and cats around...the lull of my protected small haven.
I had cracked a bit at the end of a long conversation, whine, cheeses, cats etc. I had headed for the blue sofa and a heavy head
with my new black dress and my red cache coeur, but craving for nakedness already. .
but I really needed this rest along my sofa... i was sinking into a half sleep; slowly; maybe could i hear the air around his feet
I was surprised by his hands on my hair, caressing in round measures my crane, my eye lids, my lips, my cheeks and my nape
and the kiss was so long... endless kiss, tongues, wet, hair, cigarettes...
when we ended on the bed, I was the one who lowered shyly the dress from my shoulder.... i had become passive, numb with caresses...a cat sleeping eyes half closed, by these hands searching for each passage of the bone structure...
greedy lips on the tip of my fingers...his tongue looking for the nipple rose. and the much desire toy...that he took from his bag...
"it will hurt you know ...had he wispeared again
"yes...I want"...had i begged
and the complicated jewel, the heavy chain in a kind of bonding both breasts, had been imposed on my nipples...I stopped breathing for a moment; the pain was there, very palpable on the delicate bits of pinkish buttons...but immediately after the pain, a flash of adrenaline was delivered to my head and, breathing out, i was surrendering to the sentation...my pain was rewarded by the wet of his tongue on my nipple so that I did not know to what surrender first...pain or pleasure...
I had started to voice my pleasure, then my pain...he had intensified this simple torture, pulling the chain upwards, almost unbearable...
" daï....maspik...
but he stayed there gently pulling as I was stretching my back to follow the gesture... soon enough, he had released one clamp and attached it to my clitoris
I was wet like a winter night
He climaxed in my ass