Showing posts with label The Table. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Table. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Table, Prelude
**This was written by a friend who was inspired from reading the rest of The Table. *blushes* How awesome is that?!** I sit across the table from you, looking, observing. You are stunning this evening. Hair pulled up exposing your delicate neck. Your evening dress accentuates your features. The black material of the dress broken with thin hints of silver and gray. Your shoulders are exposed
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Table, Part Four
As she felt the hand slide up her thigh and leave her body, she whimpered. Her chin lifted while lips pressed against hers, soft sensual lips. Then a thick cigar was slid under her nose. She breathed in its woodsy sent.
She was helped to stand then lead to a large brown leather chair. As she sat down,two hands on her thighs pushed her legs open, her hands then placed on the arm rests.
"I want
She was helped to stand then lead to a large brown leather chair. As she sat down,two hands on her thighs pushed her legs open, her hands then placed on the arm rests.
"I want
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The Table, Part Three
As the evening progressed she found herself being used many times over. At one point her legs and arms had been untied and she was hoisted on to her knees with her ass propped into the air. Hands on her hair and hips, guiding her back and forth. With each thrust into her pussy, the cock in her mouth would push deep into her throat. She had no idea how much time she spend kneeling on that table
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Table, Part Two
The voices around the room continued with their conversation as the hand began its slow assault. Slowly one finger dipped between her lips, pressing against her clit. Before she realized, she let out a low moan. In that moment the dynamics of the room changed.She felt herself being shifted so that her head was hanging off the side of the table. She opened her mouth and waited. As soon as she felt
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The Table, Part One
The blindfold had been placed tightly around her head, as she was being lead into the room she could smell the cigar smoke. Her guide led her to a large mahogany coffee table, sat her on the edge then pushed her back gently. Her arms had been bound to her side before she entered. Her legs were spread apart and tied to table. She was angled so that if she was pushed to one side, her head would
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