‘And I will remember how we made the sun blush every morning.’
– Malak El Halabi
Wrists bound and tied to hooks above my head; legs spread wide with instructions not to move; nipples grazing the cool wall in front of me. I am waiting.
His fingers play with my clit while he spanks me, the stinging blows from the paddle rippling through my skin.
‘Don’t come,’ he says. ‘Hold on as long as you can.’
And I try. I really try, but he’s toying with me and I’ve never been that good at self-denial!
Soon, I am pink and glowing.
Blushing…
Don’t forget to press the kiss to see the other sinful delights shared this Sunday…
