…that I suck balls at follow-up. Apparently, at some point, I promised to post real snapshots do go with the verbal ones I mentioned here: Snapshots from the Weekend. In my defense, I did post one follow-up: Weekend Snapshot – Waiting. But…that doesn’t exactly fulfill the promise, does it?
So I started this post thinking I’d do that, you know, post one pic per bullet point. But…well, once I started looking through the pictures I realized I couldn’t post just one. At least for one of them. So…you’re going to get a bonus (at some point.) A whole post devoted to the first bullet point. But for the rest, here you go:
- Bound and gagged on the floor, waiting for a stranger to arrive: fuckmeat. This is the one that you’ll have to wait for the full post. In looking through the pictures I realize there’s just too much story there. (Sorry! But it’ll be worth the wait, promise!)
- Tied in a storage room, leaning against a wall with a bag over my head: parcel post.
- Head shoved out the window in the rain & wind, sash closed on my neck, arms tied behind my back while he fucks me from behind: weather girl.
- Short skirt and high heels with a surprise dangling from my rings at dinner: penalty paid.
- Hands taped behind my back, pushed against the wall, sliding down to suck a “trainee’s” cock: demo girl. This is one I don’t actually have a picture for, as it was a private session with a friend. But I did get a story out of it, which was just accepted for publication! So, you’ll have the opportunity to read something about that night (or at least a fictionalized version) someday.
- Tightly bound on the floor, arms and shoulders straining in the tie, rope cutting into my mouth as I struggle to breathe: rope slut.
- Head back, struggling not to gag, as he pins me on the couch and fucks my mouth mercilessly: fuck hole. Yum, no pictures for this. Too bad for you, but much better for the two of us. It’d been a mood-killer if he’d stopped to take pictures. LOL
- Writing lists, making plans, checking email: planner girl.
- Ropes stretching from wall hooks to ankles & wrists in pretty vertical lines like a harpsichord: musical girl.
- Poking the sleeping tiger til he rouses and ponces on me. His prey tries to escape-nothing doing: tied-up-and-raped girl. Alas, no pics of this either. You’ll just have to trust me–it was HOT.
There now. Don’t say I don’t keep my promises. ;-P
Jade, have I ever told you how much I love that W takes pictures? 🙂
No–but I am too (which is funny considering this early post on the topic!)
xoxo