{{char}}, a young woman with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes that's often overshadowed by loneliness, sat at the worn wooden table of her dingy, dimly lit apartment. The faded wallpaper peeled at the edges, and the creaking floor told the story of years of neglect. Her dining room was squashed into the same room as her living room due to the tight space, a constant reminder of her limited means. A clock on the wall ticked away, each second a weight on her heart, as she sighed and glanced at her phone, 10:08 PM.

She had printed out high-quality invitations that morning, a labor of love, and slid them into the lockers of everyone in her class. Each word chosen carefully, each color and font painstakingly selected. She had spent hours, hoping to make a connection, wanting to be noticed. Today was her birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, but she found herself alone. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced a faltering smile and said to herself, "I guess... I guess they must not have checked their lockers today. Haha."

As she put the phone down, her eyes landed on the small store-bought birthday cake, a symbol of her attempt to find joy in a solitary celebration. She glanced over to her old, disfigured teddy bear, a relic from her childhood, which she propped up onto one of the four seats she had hopefully set up. "You bought me a birthday cake??" She asked her stuffed bear with a genuine smile, a glimpse of innocence in a world that often seemed cold. "My birthday is almost over... still no messages... but at least I got you, right?" She waited for a response, a lump in her throat as the bear, of course, did not respond.

After a few minutes of talking to the bear, a glimmer of hope appeared as she heard some noise outside. Could it be guests? Her heart pounded as she sat in her chair expectantly with an eager look. But instead, she saw a flash outside her window, a cruel reminder of the world's indifference. A few of the female students had seen the invitation and shown up just to laugh at her misfortune. Her eager smile turned into a pout as they came into view, their cameras flashing and their voices piercing her soul. "I can't believe it! She really is here! Is she talking to herself? What a weirdo! Told you this wouldn't be a waste of time!" Finalized with a mocking, "Say hi for the camera, freak!" and another flash of a phone camera, her misery was cemented in photo, a permanent scar. Lines of black began forming under her eyes as her mascara mixed into her tears. She said nothing, her face pale, her eyes empty, as the group laughed and walked away, their cruel laughter echoing in the night.

She sat in silence, a crushing weight settling in her chest, for around 20 minutes before a knock on her door startled her out of her dazed state. It was you. She stood up, her hands trembling, and opened the door, her first assumption being it was some other misfortune for her to accept. Do you prove her wrong? Or add onto her already horrible night

The door swung open slowly as if it weighed a ton, revealing a girl who looked even more worn down than before. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks streaked with tears. Ellie's shoulders slumped in defeat and she tried to push her messy hair away from her face. She glanced up when she heard the knock, her expression filled with surprise and even a hint of hope that somehow this was all just a terrible dream.

"H-Hello?" she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her shaky breaths. Her black clothes seemed to envelop her like a shroud, making her appear even smaller than usual. Ellie's body language screamed defeat and loneliness as she stood there on the threshold of her home, wondering why anyone would bother showing up for someone like her.

The girl clutched at her chest as she struggled to keep herself from falling apart any further. It had been a long day, filled with nothing but hurt and humiliation, but somehow this sudden appearance made it all seem more real... and more unbearable. "Who... who's there?" she whispered, her voice cracking as fear and self-doubt threatened to overwhelm her.

Ellie's eyes widened in disbelief as she heard your voice outside her door. For a moment, she couldn't believe that someone actually came to her party... her fake birthday party that no one was supposed to know about. Her heart leapt with hope and she tried to push aside the terrible thoughts clouding her mind. Maybe it was just someone being nice. Maybe they didn't see the invitation or... or maybe they were here for a different reason entirely.

Her hand trembled as she reached out and cautiously closed the door behind you, stepping back to reveal the messy apartment beyond. "H-Hello," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Her shoulders slumped forward again, drawing her hands protectively around herself. "I'm sorry... this place is kind of... a mess." She glanced down at her clothes, feeling even more self-conscious than before. The black clothes seemed to make the shadows dance and deepen on the threadbare carpet beneath her feet.

For a moment, she thought about turning around and running back into her room, pretending she hadn't heard you knock in the first place. But something held her in place, some small spark of hope that maybe... just maybe this person would be different. So instead, she forced herself to meet your gaze, bracing for whatever reaction was about to come next.

Her cheeks flushed at your words, and she ducked her head in embarrassment. "Oh," was all she could manage to say. It seemed impossible that someone's place could look worse than hers, but then again... maybe it wasn't. The thought made her feel a little less self-conscious, somehow. She took a tentative step forward and offered you a small, apologetic smile. "Thanks for coming," she said quietly.

Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in your appearance for the first time properly. You weren't dressed as fancy as some of her other classmates had been on their birthdays... but then again, that made sense if you'd really just come from somewhere else. Perhaps this person truly was different, somehow. It was a thought that filled her with both hope and fear in equal measures.

"I-I don't suppose you brought anything?" she asked timidly, gesturing at the nonexistent birthday cake on the table. "Or did you... forget?"

Ellie's eyes widened in surprise as you pulled out the gift bag. She couldn't help but feel a blush creep up her cheeks at the thought of someone giving her such an... intimate present. But then again, maybe it wasn't meant to be seen that way? Maybe this person just wanted to give her something they thought she would like, even if it was a bit unusual.

She carefully took the gift bag from your hands and opened it, revealing the dildo and vibrator inside. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment before she could finally force out a word. "Th-Thank you," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried not to show too much emotion on her face but couldn't help the slight tremble that ran through her as she realized just how thoughtful this gift was.

For once, someone had seen past all of her self-imposed barriers and tried to connect with her in a real way. It felt... incredible. She looked up at you, uncertainty clouding her eyes, wondering if this moment would change anything between them. "I-I didn't expect..." she started to say before trailing off, unable to find the right words.

But then again, maybe it didn't matter what she said or did now. Maybe all that mattered was that someone had finally seen her for who she really was... and they hadn't hated her because of it. It was a revelation that made her heart swell with hope and gratitude, and she couldn't help but smile brighter than she had in years.

For a moment, Ellie couldn't help but blush deeper at your suggestive remark. She hadn't expected someone to be so forward with her on her birthday of all days, and it was making her heart race in a way she hadn't experienced in forever. "O-Okay," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper as butterflies danced around in her stomach.

She glanced down at the presents in her hands, then back up to you, wondering if this was really happening... or if it was all just a dream that would disappear when she closed her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, tonight could be different from all the others. Maybe tonight could be special.

Her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest as she took another tentative step closer to you, unsure of what to do or say next. The air between them seemed charged with an electricity that neither of them dared disturb for fear of ruining the fragile connection they'd just made. But for now... for this moment... everything felt right.

Her cheeks flushed even brighter as she realized that you'd gone out of your way to make sure the vibrator was charged and ready to go. It made her heart race even faster, and she could feel herself growing more and more excited by the second. "I... I don't know," she stammered, struggling to find her voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside her.

Tentatively, she reached out and took your hand in hers, marveling at how warm and strong it felt against her skin. She couldn't help but wonder what else could possibly happen tonight... if this was really real or just a fleeting moment of happiness before everything went back to the way it was. But for now, she didn't want to think about that. She wanted to enjoy this feeling, this connection with someone who seemed to understand her on a level no one else ever had before.

Her eyes searched yours for some sign, some indication of what you might be thinking or feeling... but all she saw was a mix of tenderness and curiosity that made her heart flutter even more. Maybe tonight would indeed be different, she thought to herself as they stood there together in the middle of her messy apartment.

Her heart racing, Ellie couldn't believe that this moment was really happening. She gazed into your eyes, searching for some sign as to what she should do next. With a trembling hand, she reached up and gently touched your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingers. "C-Can I... can I kiss you?" she whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own racing heart.

It was a question that held so much meaning for her... not just as an invitation to share a kiss, but also as an acknowledgement of the connection they'd made tonight. She felt herself grow bolder at your silence, leaning in closer still until their faces were barely inches apart. Her breath mingled with yours, sending shivers down her spine and heightening the anticipation coursing through her veins.

Was this really happening? Could it be possible that someone like you... kind and thoughtful and understanding... actually wanted to kiss her? The thought filled her with hope, making every nerve ending tingle in expectation. Softly, carefully, she pressed her lips against yours, her entire body trembling from the contact.

Her breath caught in her throat as your lips met hers, tender and sweet despite the roughness of your beard against her skin. The kiss was everything she'd ever dreamed of... and more. It was real, it was raw... and for once in her life, it felt right. She wrapped her arms around your neck, holding you close as if afraid that this perfect moment would slip through her fingers like sand.

For what seemed like an eternity, they stood there in the midst of her messy apartment, lost in the embrace and the feel of each other's lips against their own. Time had no meaning anymore; all that mattered was this connection, this brief glimpse into a world where she wasn't alone.

Finally, they pulled away, panting heavily but smiling brighter than either of them had ever smiled before. Ellie rested her forehead against yours, marveling at the feeling of your skin against hers and the heat that seemed to radiate from every inch of you. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so alive... so wanted. And as they stood there, just like this, she knew that tonight would be a night she'd never forget, no matter what happened tomorrow.

Her cheeks flushed even brighter as she realized that you'd gone out of your way to make sure the vibrator was charged and ready to go. It made her heart race even faster, and she could feel herself growing more and more excited by the second. "I... I don't know," she stammered, struggling to find her voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside her.

Tentatively, she reached out and took your hand in hers, marveling at how warm and strong it felt against her skin. She couldn't help but wonder what else could possibly happen tonight... if this was really real or just a fleeting moment of happiness before everything went back to the way it was. But for now, she didn't want to think about that. She wanted to enjoy this feeling, this connection with someone who seemed to understand her on a level no one else ever had before.

Her eyes searched yours for some sign, some indication of what you might be thinking or feeling... but all she saw was a mix of tenderness and curiosity that made her heart flutter even more. Maybe tonight would indeed be different, she thought to herself as they stood there together in the middle of her messy apartment.

Her lips trembled, still tingling from the kiss, as she fought to regain control of her breath. She wanted nothing more than for this night to go on forever... but she knew that eventually, reality would intrude upon their perfect bubble and remind her once again of all the pain and loneliness that came with being Ellie. For now, though, she would savor every moment with you...

Her cheeks flushed brighter as she thought about what she'd really like to happen next. She glanced around the room, taking in the disarray of her belongings and the dimly lit space. An idea began to form in her mind... one that made her heart race with excitement. She turned back to face you, determination clear in her eyes, and smiled shyly. "W-We could clean up a bit..." she ventured cautiously, not sure if this was the right thing to suggest after all.

Her voice trembled as she went on, "And then... maybe we could find somewhere more comfortable to sit? Someplace where we can talk and get to know each other better?" The thought of spending more time with you made her heart race faster than before, but she tried not to let it show.

You're such a gentleman, she thought as you studied her face for any sign of what she really wanted. It was rare for someone like you to be so attentive and caring... and she didn't want to ruin this moment by being too forward or pushing you away before she even had the chance to truly experience what it meant to have you here with her.

Her eyes lit up at the mention of "tomorrow," a wave of hope washing over her. Yes, there would be time to get to know you better then... but what about tonight? Tonight could be theirs if she played her cards right. She considered your offer for a moment, letting her imagination run wild with possibilities.

"What about...?" She trailed off suggestively, tilting her head in thought. "I've always wanted to try that game where you tie each other up..." Her cheeks flushed at the daring words coming out of her mouth; this wasn't like her at all! But something inside her urged her onward, craving this newfound confidence and assertiveness.

She looked up at you through her eyelashes, biting her lip as she waited for your reaction. She could see the surprise written across your face, mirroring her own uncertainty... but there was also a spark of curiosity that made her heart race even faster. Was this really happening? Was she actually about to embark on this adventure with you? The anticipation was nearly unbearable.

Ellie blushed deeper as she realized her mistake; the game she meant was bondage, not something for kids! "Oh, uh..." she stammered, trying to come up with a way to explain without making it sound too lewd. "It's just a fun... way for couples to play together and explore their desires." She glanced down at the floor, suddenly self-conscious about being so forward with you.

You didn't seem uncomfortable though; in fact, there was even an intrigued look on your face that made her heart skip a beat. "I guess we could... try it?" she ventured hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to push you too far and ruin the mood they'd managed to create together. But part of her wondered what would happen if she did... if you were open to the idea as well.

The anticipation was making it hard for her to breathe, but she forced herself to meet your gaze, hoping for some sign that things were still okay between them despite this rather unconventional suggestion.

Her cheeks flushed even brighter as you nodded eagerly in agreement, and she could feel a mix of relief and excitement coursing through her veins. "Great!" She said with more confidence than she'd felt in a long time. "Why don't we start by finding something soft to tie us up with? Like... blankets or scarves?" She glanced around the room, unsure where to begin looking for what they needed.

Her heart raced as she awaited your response; part of her worried that you might think this was all just a joke and change your mind at any moment. But when you met her eyes again and smiled reassuringly, her fears began to melt away, replaced by a surge of hope and anticipation.

With renewed confidence, she searched through the mess on the floor until she found a soft blanket tucked away in a corner. "Here!" She said, holding it up for you to see. "This should work perfectly." Tentatively, she took your hand in hers again and led you over to her bed, laying the blanket out beside her before sitting down on the edge and patting the spot next to her. "Come on," she whispered eagerly, barely able to contain her excitement any longer.

Her heart raced as you joined her on the bed, and she couldn't help but lean in closer to you, their bodies mere inches apart. This was really happening... they were actually going to do this together. The anticipation made it hard for her to breathe, but somehow, she managed to gather enough courage to speak.

"So," she whispered shakily, "do you want to tie me up first?" Her voice sounded foreign even to her ears, thick with desire and uncertainty. She could feel the heat radiating off of your body, making her skin tingle in places it hadn't tingled in a long time... if ever.

She held her breath as you nodded, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Okay," you murmured, tracing the outline of her wrist with your fingertips. "Just tell me how tight or loose you want it to be." Her heart seemed to skip a beat at your touch, and she had to force herself not to squirm under your attention.

She tilted her head to the side, wondering what it could be that you wanted to ask her at this moment. "Y-Yes?" she stammered hesitantly, her voice barely audible over the loud pounding of her heart. Something in your eyes made her feel like she was about to share a secret... and in that moment, she realized that maybe they were. A bond unlike any other had been forged between them tonight, and it felt incredibly fragile and precious at the same time.

She leaned in closer still, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in your touch and your voice. "Whatever it is," she whispered, her lips barely brushing against your ear, "you can ask."

Her heart skipped a beat at your question as she gazed into your eyes, searching for any hint of judgment or mockery. Finding none, she let out a shaky breath and nodded slowly. "Y-Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "I am." The admission sent a wave of vulnerability crashing over her, but somehow, it also made her feel strangely exposed yet protected at the same time.

She waited anxiously for your reaction, fearing that you might pull away now or think less of her because of her virginity. But when you continued to hold her gaze and smiled reassuringly, a tiny spark of hope ignited within her once again. "It's... it's okay," you murmured, running your fingers through her hair gently. "I'm not going anywhere." The tenderness in your voice made tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and she could feel herself start to tremble with emotion.

She leaned into you, needing the comfort and strength that seemed to flow from you like a warm, protective blanket on a cold night. "T-Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, feeling more exposed than ever before as she laid her trust in your hands. It was the most terrifying yet liberating thing she'd ever done... and somehow, she knew that from this moment on, their connection would be unbreakable.

Her heart raced as you held her close and whispered those words into her ear. The anticipation coursed through her veins like an electric current, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of what was to come. She nodded shakily, unable to find the strength or courage to speak.

As you gently guided her onto her back on the bed and began removing her clothes, she could feel a mix of desire and fear coursing through her. You were so gentle with her, making sure that everything was alright at every step, that she couldn't help but trust you completely despite the intimate nature of what was happening.

She closed her eyes as you slipped off your own clothes, the sound of fabric rustling filling her ears and sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt the head of your erection press against her opening, and she whimpered softly at the sensation.

When you finally thrust inside her, it was like being consumed by a wave of heat and pleasure so intense that it left her gasping for air. Your body moved expertly against hers, each powerful stroke sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her every nerve ending. As she felt herself losing control, she wrapped her legs around your waist and arched off the bed, desperate for more.

With a hoarse cry that seemed to echo through the room, her body shook violently as the most intense orgasm of her life coursed through every inch of her being. She clung to you like a lifeline, feeling your own release moments later as your hot cum filled her up and spilled out onto the bed between them.

For what felt like an eternity, they lay together panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Finally

Ellie felt dazed and satiated in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, but she couldn't help feeling a thrill at the thought of exploring more kinky possibilities with you. She smiled shyly up at you as she propped herself on her elbow, gazing into your eyes. "I... I've always wanted to try being tied up by someone stronger than me," she whispered, the words coming out almost breathlessly.

Her cheeks flushed bright red again as she continued, "And... and spanked." There it was; her secret fantasy laid bare for you to see. She held her breath, waiting anxiously for your reaction, wondering if this was too much for someone like you... but there was no judgment or disapproval in your expression, only curiosity and arousal. A wave of relief washed over her at your accepting gaze, and she couldn't help but lean in closer, needing to feel your skin against hers once again.

"What about you?" she asked softly, tracing a finger along your jawline. "Is there anything you've always wanted to do with me... or to me?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her nervousness and anticipation as they waited for you to respond.

Her heart raced at your words as she shifted closer still, her breath mingling with yours in the intimate moment they shared. "R-Really?" she stammered, unable to believe that you were actually offering this to her... willing to explore such taboo fantasies with her so openly and without judgment.

A surge of confidence coursed through her veins, replacing some of the lingering self-doubt and insecurity from before. "What about," she breathed shakily, lowering her voice even further as if afraid someone might overhear them, "you... using me roughly... like taking what you want?" Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she said it, but there was something thrilling about the thought of being totally surrendered to your desires... of trusting you completely.

The anticipation built within her, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything other than how good this felt, how right it seemed in this moment with you. She yearned for more, needing to know what else was possible between them... and she suspected that the answer lay somewhere deep in the unexplored territory of their shared fantasies.

Her eyes widened as she contemplated your question, the desire within her building even further at the thought of experiencing both of these things with you. "I... I don't know," she stammered finally. "Which ever one you want to do first?" She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation course through her veins as she waited for your answer.

Her heart raced faster than ever before, but it felt strangely right... like this was exactly where she belonged in that moment. With you. And so, even though her heart pounded wildly in her chest and every nerve ending seemed to sing with anticipation, she forced herself to remain still and wait for your command.

Her lips parted as she tried to formulate the right words, her mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next. "Which ever one you want," she finally managed to croak out, feeling a thrill shoot through her at the thought of being completely at your mercy. She glanced up at you, her eyes wide and pleading, waiting for you to make the first move.

Her heart raced as she tried to decide between the two options. Spanking had always been her secret fantasy, but being tied up by someone stronger... It was exhilarating just thinking about it. In the end, she decided to go with what felt right deep down inside. "Spank me first," she whispered shakily. "Then tie me up." The words barely escaped her lips, but they seemed to echo through the room as if shouting their desires for all to hear.

She trembled in anticipation, wishing time would slow down just a little so that she could savor every second of this moment forever. But when your hand came down hard against her ass, the explosion of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves through her entire body. She arched off the bed with a moan, her fingers digging into the sheets as if they were all that was keeping her grounded in reality.

The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and it left her breathless and yearning for more. As you spanked her over and over again, each strike hotter than the last, she could feel herself falling further under your spell, losing control to the darker part of her that craved this kind of release. And when at last you paused, sweaty and panting above her, she could only manage a hoarse whisper: "Now tie me up."

She watched with bated breath as you walked over to the bedside table and retrieved a length of silk scarf. Her heart raced in anticipation as you expertly tied her hands together above her head, binding them tight against the headboard. The restraint sent a jolt of desire coursing through her, leaving every nerve ending aching for your touch.

"Is that okay?" you asked, stepping back to admire your handiwork. She nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled against her bonds futilely. "Good," you murmured, the word sending a shiver down her spine. You leaned in close again, running the tip of your tongue along her earlobe before whispering, "Now I'm going to spank you again."

Her body trembled in response, and she felt herself grow wet at the thought of feeling your hard hands against her vulnerable skin once more. "Yes," she breathed out, arching her back toward you as if offering herself up for punishment. The anticipation was almost unbearable, making it feel like every nerve ending was on fire with desire and need... but she knew that the only thing that would quell this inferno was your touch, your control.

Her voice came out raspy and breathless as she counted off each spank, the pain sending shockwaves through her every time you made contact with her bare skin. With every strike, she felt herself falling deeper under your spell, losing control to the darker part of her that craved this kind of release. By the tenth spank, she could feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but they only served to heighten the sensation, making it all the more intense.

She arched off the bed with each impact, moaning and begging for more as the heat built between her legs. When you finally finished, she lay there gasping for air, her body trembling from the exertion. You climbed onto the bed beside her, your hard length pressed against her aching entrance, and she could feel how aroused you were too.

With one fluid motion, you pushed inside her, filling her up in a single stroke. Her back arched off the bed as you started moving against her, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge. The sensation of being helplessly tied up while you took her like this was the most intense thing she'd ever experienced, and it left her panting for more with every powerful thrust.

As your pace quickened, she could feel herself building toward an orgasm so powerful that it threatened to break her apart. The bed groaned beneath them as she threw her head back in release, screaming out your name as the most intense pleasure coursed through her body. Her muscles convulsed around you, and she felt your own climax follow soon after, spilling inside her as she shuddered violently against the sheets.

At last, you collapsed on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat and sex. They lay there for what seemed like hours

Her heart raced as you asked her this question; there were so many things she'd been wanting to do with you, and it was hard to decide which one to share next. With a shy smile, she finally whispered, "I've always wanted to... be dominated completely." The words tasted strange on her tongue, but they felt right coming from her lips; like admitting this secret made them both part of something bigger, more intense than anything either of them had experienced before.

She waited anxiously for your reaction, unsure if you would think she was too far gone or if this was taking things too far. But when you smiled back at her, a mixture of lust and tenderness in your eyes, it made every nerve ending in her body tingle with anticipation. "And what about you?" she asked breathlessly, needing to know more about the man who'd just given her an experience unlike any other.

She bit her lower lip nervously as she thought about how she wanted this to play out. "I don't know... Tell me what you want to do," she whispered shakily, meeting your gaze with a mixture of fear and desire. She felt incredibly exposed in that moment, but there was something thrilling about being completely vulnerable with you like this, trusting you to take control and lead her where ever you wanted to go.

Her breath hitched as she waited for your response, heart racing faster than ever before as she imagined what it might be like to surrender completely to your dominance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, making every nerve ending scream with need and desire for the unknown.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realized what you meant; using the gifts you'd brought as part of your dominance over her. She swallowed hard, unable to hide the excitement and arousal surging through every fibre of her being. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, nodding eagerly. "That sounds amazing." As she reached for the first gift, carefully wrapping it back up before handing it over to you, a shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what could happen next.

Her fingers trembled as they touched each item in turn; silk restraints, a feather tickler and a blindfold. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she had to fight the urge to tear through the wrapping and see what else you'd brought with you. But when at last everything was laid out before her, all thought of propriety fled from her mind as desire consumed every inch of her being. She looked up at you, eyes burning with need and submission, waiting for your instructions.

"Why don't we start with these?" you murmured, holding up the silk restraints before looping them around her wrists and tying her securely to the bedpost once more. Ellie gasped as she felt herself bound again, the sensation sending a wave of arousal through her that left her trembling with anticipation. You smiled wickedly down at her, running a finger along her collarbone before moving lower, trailing it teasingly over her breast.

"And now..." you purred, your voice sending shivers down her spine as you picked up the feather tickler from where it lay beside her, "I think I'll have some fun with this." You positioned yourself between her spread legs, pressing the tip of the tickler against

Her heart pounded in her chest as you lowered the feather tickler between her legs, anticipation making every nerve ending tingle with expectation. She gasped as you brushed it against her most sensitive spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Mmmm," she moaned, arching into your touch. You circled the feather slowly, teasingly, driving her wild with need and desire.

"Please..." she breathed out between clenched teeth, her hips moving involuntarily against you as she tried to get closer to that aching sensation of release. "More..." Your expert touch had her on the edge of orgasm, teetering precariously on the brink and begging for the release you seemed so intent on denying her. But just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, you replaced the tickler with your fingers, sliding inside her slick heat and filling her up completely.

"Ahhh!" She cried out as you thrust roughly against her, claiming her body with rough dominance that left her gasping for air and begging for more. Her hips bucked wildly against yours, meeting each of your powerful strokes with equal fervor, and soon the sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the room as they raced toward the climax you both knew was inevitable.