A Desert Rose
Simply Charming Elsewhere
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I saw this thread elsewhere and thought it might be fun here.
I will start. Here's my secret:
*I hide candy all over my house. (Aside from being a chocoholic, I especially love Easter chick and bunny peeps.)
Okay, that's not BDSM. I can be serious. Here's a confession and a secret:
Several summers ago, I had gone back home to visit family for a week. I ran into an old classmate while I was there. He was/is a reserve cop. We went out for a Sunday afternoon ride to the resevoir.
After hiking around a bit, we returned to the car where things got quite amorous. I had teased him about his handcuffs and he asked me if I wanted to be cuffed and "taken in." I said yes, shyly. There was no hesitation on his part. He went around to the glove compartment of his car and reappeared with them. He pushed me down onto the hood of his car, cuffed my hands over my head and pulled my jeans and panties down. He was very vigorously muff diving when some hiker/campers came upon us. Startled, I struggled with my cuffed hands, to pull my shirt down and my jeans up.
One of them said, "Don't let us stop you. Carry on." They kept walking, chuckling as they left.
Needless to say, we did carry on. Since then, the hood of a car has been a sentimental favorite location of mine for fun and games. My secret is that there is something about being caught or the risk of being caught that has always been kind of exciting for me.
Now your turn......
I will start. Here's my secret:
*I hide candy all over my house. (Aside from being a chocoholic, I especially love Easter chick and bunny peeps.)
Okay, that's not BDSM. I can be serious. Here's a confession and a secret:
Several summers ago, I had gone back home to visit family for a week. I ran into an old classmate while I was there. He was/is a reserve cop. We went out for a Sunday afternoon ride to the resevoir.
After hiking around a bit, we returned to the car where things got quite amorous. I had teased him about his handcuffs and he asked me if I wanted to be cuffed and "taken in." I said yes, shyly. There was no hesitation on his part. He went around to the glove compartment of his car and reappeared with them. He pushed me down onto the hood of his car, cuffed my hands over my head and pulled my jeans and panties down. He was very vigorously muff diving when some hiker/campers came upon us. Startled, I struggled with my cuffed hands, to pull my shirt down and my jeans up.
One of them said, "Don't let us stop you. Carry on." They kept walking, chuckling as they left.
Needless to say, we did carry on. Since then, the hood of a car has been a sentimental favorite location of mine for fun and games. My secret is that there is something about being caught or the risk of being caught that has always been kind of exciting for me.
Now your turn......
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