#SatSpanks – Letting Yourself Go #BDSM

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Howdy Spankos! I hope it’s all going well over in Spanksville. I’m certainly have fun over here – although it is worrying that there are only a few weeks left until Christmas. How did that happen? Where did the year go? 🙂

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“Oh my God, oh my God,” I began mewling within seconds.

“I don’t think I can do this, James. It hurts too much, it…” There was a flurry of flailing limbs as I tried to launch the man off me, but he was far too strong and my arms were going nowhere. Thankfully, he knew what I wanted, far better than I did myself. In less than thirty seconds, I was screaming uncontrollably and almost wished I had the ball gag back. There wasn’t going to be any containing this beast. This wasn’t any old orgasm, oh no. It wasn’t even a pretty damn decent orgasm. This was the mother of all orgasms, and my body didn’t know what to do with it.

“Gah, gah, gah.” See? I couldn’t even speak. My mouth made those little round ‘O’ style movements that fishes were fond of, but I couldn’t have cared less. My hips were bucking up off the bed in fantastic abandon, and you’d have thought I was performing one of the most enthusiastic legs, bums, and tums workouts you’d ever laid eyes on. I was a mess. All movements were instinctive, and I had no choice but to let myself go.

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5 thoughts on “#SatSpanks – Letting Yourself Go #BDSM

  1. She’s still got more control than I would have under the same circumstance. I’m positive I would have been wetting the bed by then. Heck, I can dribble when I cough. An orgasm like that would have had me flooding the place. Not the least bit romantic, but I think romance is the farthest thing from her mind right now.

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