The strawberry Turns to be Piece Of Candy Sour
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Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,113
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1
Recommended:
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."
Strawbery: Sweet / Sour
The strawberry Turns to be Piece of Candy Sour
The first love always has an especial taste. That taste and color of strawberry, piece of candy, sign, without being sickeningly sweet. Good! , the first love necessarily is not the first bridegroom. That was not my case. I had have bridegrooms, but to no one was good to take my virginity. But, John was especial for me. The first love is that one where you deliver not so only your body, but your life. Delivering your body is not easy if have been inculcated and taught correctly to be a decent, honest and good woman. But when you are an intelligent woman trained to be independent, to give up your life, have even bigger difficulty. In my case I was initiate in romance and in ties in the same relation.
Then the strawberries became a sweet sauce - spiciness that gave an especial taste to my time at the university.
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I was trotting for 30 minutes. Before, I made 30 exercises of resistance for the arms and 30 abdominal. I assure obeying my quota of daily exercise. Else, If don't it, I will have to do twice the amount tomorrow. I'm not love exercise but John loves a firm body. I dry my sweat when ending up and I am heading for the kitchen. I verify the food. The meat stews its just right. I move the rice. I am heading for the refrigerator's door where there are two magnetic blackboards. I take aim in the blackboard of the left and write that it is necessary to buy carrots. I see the blackboard of the right-hand and confirm what is required to cook this evening.
On the way to the room, I confirm the hour in living room's clock. I look at the clothing that previously was taken out for me. - interesting election. - I think, while I am heading for the restroom to freshen up. I put on the clothing of the bed. The election of today: A blouse and an outrageously short pair of pants, both black. I look if in addition to clothing there is something else on the bed. - wonderful! - manacles. First I will put my shoes. Next I surround my writ with the cuffs and I proceed to do the same thing with my other hand. The chain between the writs is long, sufficiently to give me mobility. I go to the living room and I kneel down in the floor. The doll is waiting for his Lord.
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I have a beautiful fraught relation of love and sex with my John. I do not want to sound pretentious, but our relation is stable and happy. Now it is not a typical relation. We are a pair that practice a domination / submission relationship. In time tumultuous, fast and our plaintiff anchoring is necessary. John is my anchor. I’m his boat. I get my freedom in being commanded in each aspect of my private life. He gets the slavery in organizing each aspect of our life. But confidence and pleasure is the blood for this type of relation. In order to wrap in on relation like this take time. This doesn’t happened from one day to another. This is the results from many events. I will like to narrate this. How we discover the domination / submission in our lives.
The first love always has an especial taste. That taste and color of strawberry, piece of candy, sign, without being sickeningly sweet. Good! , the first love necessarily is not the first bridegroom. That was not my case. I had have bridegrooms, but to no one was good to take my virginity. But, John was especial for me. The first love is that one where you deliver not so only your body, but your life. Delivering your body is not easy if have been inculcated and taught correctly to be a decent, honest and good woman. But when you are an intelligent woman trained to be independent, to give up your life, have even bigger difficulty. In my case I was initiate in romance and in ties in the same relation.
Then the strawberries became a sweet sauce - spiciness that gave an especial taste to my time at the university.
__________________________________________
I was trotting for 30 minutes. Before, I made 30 exercises of resistance for the arms and 30 abdominal. I assure obeying my quota of daily exercise. Else, If don't it, I will have to do twice the amount tomorrow. I'm not love exercise but John loves a firm body. I dry my sweat when ending up and I am heading for the kitchen. I verify the food. The meat stews its just right. I move the rice. I am heading for the refrigerator's door where there are two magnetic blackboards. I take aim in the blackboard of the left and write that it is necessary to buy carrots. I see the blackboard of the right-hand and confirm what is required to cook this evening.
On the way to the room, I confirm the hour in living room's clock. I look at the clothing that previously was taken out for me. - interesting election. - I think, while I am heading for the restroom to freshen up. I put on the clothing of the bed. The election of today: A blouse and an outrageously short pair of pants, both black. I look if in addition to clothing there is something else on the bed. - wonderful! - manacles. First I will put my shoes. Next I surround my writ with the cuffs and I proceed to do the same thing with my other hand. The chain between the writs is long, sufficiently to give me mobility. I go to the living room and I kneel down in the floor. The doll is waiting for his Lord.
__________________________________________
I have a beautiful fraught relation of love and sex with my John. I do not want to sound pretentious, but our relation is stable and happy. Now it is not a typical relation. We are a pair that practice a domination / submission relationship. In time tumultuous, fast and our plaintiff anchoring is necessary. John is my anchor. I’m his boat. I get my freedom in being commanded in each aspect of my private life. He gets the slavery in organizing each aspect of our life. But confidence and pleasure is the blood for this type of relation. In order to wrap in on relation like this take time. This doesn’t happened from one day to another. This is the results from many events. I will like to narrate this. How we discover the domination / submission in our lives.