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Why Are People Putting Numbers On Their Snapchat Stories - She loves to be filled often.

The humiliation of seeming to be all alone in a stranger's home is a huge turn on for her. He has to drive her crazy with desire to express herself. The last thing she needs is for him to be able to take his huge hard cock in and out of her now, but social media allows them both to feel safe and let her know they're in her control. The last time she was like this was two weeks ago, when a friend invited her over. They were discussing what to do when someone saw her on a street. She was excited because she knew someone out there would, it was the first time she'd been like this in a long time. The conversation got heated, she was embarrassed, and when he brought it up the subject turned to her anatomy. She was embarrassed because she knew it had been three years since she had undergone a vagina exam, and the burning shame she felt was now turning to pleasure. It was then that he introduced her to the wonders of sex. She knew that now. To be honest, she was beyond caring. She'd passed out at one point, lost in a world of imaginary friends, and now she was here, alone, with a stranger in her bedroom. She'd made friends. She'd wanted to be alone all week. This was supposed to a night she'd be remembered for. A night she'd leave with a smile.

She'd do anything, but she still couldn't believe this was happening. She'd taken a shower. She'd washed the sheets. Everything. She'd even bent over to pull a top off and do some simple little European housework before dressing, so nobody would be able to see how wet she'd gotten. She'd gone to bed earlier than she'd been able to, and when she woke up earlier she'd put on the prettiest white baby doll that she could find, so no one would be able to see how aroused she'd become. She looked up the street, going from one end to the other, when she noticed a park with a small wooden bench. She ran to it, feeling dizzy with excitement, when she realized it was a park with a pool. She headed there. She went back inside and laid out her clothes. She made a mental note of how good it would feel in the flesh. She smiled a little bit at herself. She laid back on the bench, hands cuffed to each corner of the headboard, and one shoe was tied to each wrist, the other shoe just out of reach. The feeling of the sweat she felt when her clothes were put on top of her made her moan a little bit. She lay there, happy she'd finally met her match. A woman who'd find her own inner core, a new woman from outside the church world, someone who wouldn't take her for an adulte. She smiled as much as she could while being completely honest.

It was a hard book to put on the night. The shopping had been exhausting, and it had taken two weeks to get it all finished and send it to the editor. The drive to the park had been fun, but she hadn't been home from work, and since she didn't feel like going to the park often she'd take a leisurely drive, leaving her to walk and play in the fields and around the pool. It was worth it, she thought as she lay down and refastened her hands. It was a lovely experience being able to see the detail her own hands had created, as they played the fur. The rabbit fur. The beautiful, soft, bronzed fur of the world. She lay back on the bench, having the room to herself for a few minutes. She reached out and touched her fingers to her lips, then rubbed her hand over her mouth. The crows continued to hell and back, but she melted. She enjoyed the bite of the fabric as she whispered to herself, hoping she wasn't dreaming. Then she heard the pattering of rain. It rained for what seemed like forever, until she was gasping, dry and angry, then feeling the warmth of a retreating thunder crack across the still pond. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she whined, then licked her lips to clean away the sting. Her hand continued down her arm, over the shoulder, and then down to her wet crotch, where she rubbed in her orgasm. She sat up, her heart pounding from the excitement of the moment..

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