“Rose, please.” Peter tugged at the tie binding his wrists to the headboard.
Rose dragged her tongue up the inside of his thigh. He arched, desperate to have her tongue move, to have her mouth a few inches further up his body. “Please what?”
He could feel her breath ghost across his penis, and it twitched in response.
“Make love to me. My
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I didn't really picture them as the even mild bondage types, but mmm mmm mmmmm.
I'd love to know how they got to this point. Hee!
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I'm sure having someone whom he trusts enough to give himself over to completely must be more than a bit of a turn-on, actually.
Response to meme is here.
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*g*
Besides, are you disagreeing with Peter Carlisle being tied up in a sexual situation?
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*guh*
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I go away for an hour to the pool and I come back to *THIS* !?!??!?!??!!
Are you tryin' to *kill* me ?
*dies*
btw, you picked up on something here that I was planning to add to the story I sent to you... will explain in response to your email.
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