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"Hey slut, I am home!" The boyfriend called to her girlfriend as she ran down from upstairs paradise to welcome him at the doorsteps. She had already heard him opening the door and jinxed herself for not being present at the time when he arrived. She quickly ran downstairs and crossed all the hurdles to get near him to greet him.

She jumped over spreading her legs and tied her hands tightly behind his neck, elbows out, so he can check her out. She wore the 5-inch red stiletto heels, black

He is expanding his arms towards me, calling. He has that incredible look in his eyes that he gets when he has a thought – and when he is ordering me something that I shouldn't neglect. What's more, he's grinning.

I courteously separate myself from the discussion I am having and extract myself from other party-goers in the room. We are in his personal room; it's one of his popular house parties. There are around 40 people compressed in here, talking, giggling, drinking, examining, discussing, a

There are times when I hear tales about unusual occasions or places, and I regularly wonder if they are erotic sex clubs. I need to get into details further and discover somebody who's been – to a BDSM training place, or to the fake sex taxi which basically is used to do trips around India. This month's visitor blog is from someone who is a creator and submissive herself, and she has recently released a journal of her BDSM preparation.

One day Suraj, my Master, asked me: "Have you ever h