coral_azure
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- Joined
- Jul 12, 2000
- Posts
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I was scared and infuriated at the same time. My boyfriend had finally gotten me to tell him my secret fantasies. I told him only because I knew (or I thought I knew) that there was no chance of them happening. Now, at 29, I found myself in a predicament.
My fantasy of being bound and having several people "work me over" along with object insertion was starting to feel terrifyingly real.
Apparently there were things about my boyfriend that I didn't know and I was about to find out.
Having persuaded me to this place for the weekend, he had managed to convince me that what he and his friends had in store for me was what I had longed for.
Now, naked and strapped wide open to some strange contraption, I told him that I really was teasing and had changed my mind. I asked him to let me go, but he refused. It was then I realized I didn't know what I had actually asked for.
My fantasy of being bound and having several people "work me over" along with object insertion was starting to feel terrifyingly real.
Apparently there were things about my boyfriend that I didn't know and I was about to find out.
Having persuaded me to this place for the weekend, he had managed to convince me that what he and his friends had in store for me was what I had longed for.
Now, naked and strapped wide open to some strange contraption, I told him that I really was teasing and had changed my mind. I asked him to let me go, but he refused. It was then I realized I didn't know what I had actually asked for.