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He’d told me to make myself at home while he was away, and so I had, at first content to pick through his library and then his music collection. Both were an unexpected pleasure. He was quite well read, and on a wide variety of subjects and genres. What had caught my eye, however, was the shelf devoted to erotic literature and photography. I’d browsed through the titles, my brows raised with interest at some of the subjects. His tastes in smut were as varied as the rest of his library. I’d become engrossed in a book of tastefully photographed women tied in rather lurid positions. By the time he’d called, I’d become embarrassingly aroused.“Keeping yourself entertained?” He’d asked, when I answered my phone. “Yes.” I’d answered with a girlish giggle, the sight of a willowy blonde woman kneeling, her hands tied above her head, a velvet blindfold covering her eyes fresh in my mind. That could be me was what I’d been thinking just moments ago, vaguely aware that I’d been absently teasing the metal button of my jeans the entire time. “Good. I’ll be home as soon as I can. In the meantime, enjoy yourself, Kitten.” He sounded amused and I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d guessed at how I’d been keeping myself busy.I’d taken his words to heart, picking out a handful of mixed discs from his cd collection, and loading his cd player. Like me, he seemed to have a fondness for trance; Sasha and Digweed, Nick Warren, Dave Seaman, Sandra Collins… I put on enough music to last through the evening and into the night, and then, piling up a small stack of reading material Eskişehir Escort on the coffee table, made myself right at home.At first, I’d been content to look through the photo books. Sitting back on the love seat, my legs curled up under me, the music pulsing from the speakers to either side of me, I’d leafed through photos of women tied to in every imaginable way. Despite the fact that bondage had never been a particular kink of mine, I found it fascinating, as well as arousing. By the time I was half way through, I’d felt the warmth of arousal spreading slowly through my limbs and seeping into my breasts and loins. Putting the book aside I’d pushed myself lazily off the cushions, taking a moment to stretch my legs and dance around the living room for a while to the hypnotic waves of sound filling the room. Taking Jacob’s words to heart, I’d done what I what I would have if I’d been in my own house; stripped off all my clothes and, dressed only in sheer pink bikini panties and matching bra, turned up the music and let myself go. For close to an hour I moved like liquid through the room, lost in my own little world, my thoughts turning to temptation as the ecstasy pills hidden away in my purse began to weave their siren’s song into the shimmering music with a call too powerful to resist. Before I could change my mind, I dug out a single pill and washed it down with a glass of tap water.By the time I’d settled back down on the seat, my skin was aglow, my belly full of anticipation as one of the heart stamped pills Eskişehir Escort Bayan slowly dissolved within it, my breasts rising and falling dramatically, each breath bringing me closer and closer to nirvana. Draping myself on the love seat, head propped upon a star-shaped pillow at one end, legs spread wide, one foot on the cushions, one on the floor, I’d chosen a new book of photos; photos of young women about my age masturbating. I’d become engrossed, lost in each photo, aware of the wet warmth spreading through the material of my sheer panties and the swollen points of my nipples pushing through my flimsy bra. That was how he discovered me, the sofa directly opposite the front door so that he could drink in the sight of me, my fingers just inside my waist band, my legs spread wide, my pussy dripping wet…“Hello, Kitten.”I froze, doing my best to focus on his face, ecstasy creeping slowly through me, the timing imperfectly perfect. I could feel a goofy smile spreading across my face as I did searched for something appropriate to say, wondering if I should be embarrassed at being caught almost naked and obviously playing with myself.“You told me to enjoy myself…”“Indeed, I did.” His sensuous baritone sent shivers up and down my spine. I watched as he stepped into the room, leaving the door wide open behind him. God, he was beautiful in that rugged way that very few men could attain. A strong chin, his jaws shadowed with most of a day’s growth of beard. His shoulder length locks were dark, his eyes, beneath Escort Eskişehir even amused brows, darker still. He moved with a confident grace, loosening his tie before setting down his laptop case. Once again, I found myself impressed at how he could look so dignified in a suit coat and button up shirt while wearing jeans and cowboy boots. “The door…”I motioned towards him, embarrassment paired with arousal heating my cheeks.“We’ll leave it open for now, Kitten, so you can enjoy the breeze. It’s a lovely day.”“Someone might…”I was finding it hard to form full sentences, let alone thoughts, as my drug induced high began to take hold, nor did it help that his eyes, now that I could see them clearly, were glittering with a hungry desire.“Yes, someone might. Don’t let that stop you.”I nodded, hearing a hint of command in his voice, one that sent thrills through me. Taking a deep breath, I watched him as he watched me, slowly letting the music take me away again, the book slipping from my hands to fall to the thick carpeting with a muffled thump, open to a color photo of a woman with bright red hair and cherry red lips, her cunt filled with a translucent purple cock, her mouth shaped in a perfect O as she neared climax.“How many orgasms have you had today?”I shook my head, licking my lips slowly as I inched my hand inside of my panties, stroking the light gold of my pubes like I would a napping cat. “None.”“Good.”He sounded pleased. His lips curved up wickedly as he shrugged out of his coat, hanging it on the coat rack in the entry way, never once taking his eyes from me. I could feel it now, the intense warmth of the drug taking over me, filling me full of what I can only describe as liquid desire as the tip of my finger brushed against the golden barbell that pierced my hood, sending the lightest tremor through my clit like a promise.
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