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“Poor little thing, I know you must be sore but sometimes a girl just can’t help herself.”
Last night her boots had worked me over so thoroughly that it was a testimony to my will power that I’d managed to look physically able at work. Usually that was enough for a time. That I was tied and trussed like poultry meant she had the urge.
She sat beside me in a chair.
“This will be a new one for me. You’ve said you like long nails and that my fingers are so pretty. Aren’t you just a dear?”
Yeah, I liked her nails. But they were growing rapidly longer. She was applying those attachable artificial nails that you’d assume only Dracula’s daughter would really want.
All ten attached she looked over at me, smiled and sat beside my incarcerated body on the bed.
At first it was wonderful. The nails traveled gently across my flesh. I writhed in pleasure like a puppy.
It wasn’t long before she pressed harder. An arousing friction became a slightly painful, then really painful scratch.
“Don’t be such a sissy. I’m just getting warmed up.”
She grabbed one of my nipples, twisted, tightened and I tried to scream through the gag.
“Dear, dear, I’m just getting started. Save your applause.”
I’d say her progress was like a machine. But she was always so careful to vary things. Inch by inch I felt skin grabbed in tiny sharp claws, lifted up and let fall back. Sometimes quickly, others slowly. Some with a twist, some without.
She looked at me reproachfully. “If you really loved me you’d soundproof this room. I could enjoy the next step so much more if I knew no one but you and I would hear.”
Five sharp forceps clenched about my penis. Really it might’ve been two or ten. They dug in. My foreskin stretch forward then snapped back like a rubber band. We’d have needed lots of soundproofing to keep my response from being heard down the block.
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Then all pain stopped!As I watched from the laying position, She cupped her hand, and dragged the razor ends of her beautiful nails, up and down my hard shaft, Doing this for some time so I could observe the exotic sensuality of her hands and nails. Now stopping, Clawed over the head, making me feel the sharpness. As she smiles and knows her control over me, Taking her pinkie nail, Inserting in to my head opening, slowly, till I reveal some pain of her entry, Stopping entry, and holding the long nail inside me, she then strokes the full length of my throbbing shaft, Her grip around my shaft is firm. This is confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, And the sight to watch is erotic.
Posted by: Anonymous | July 21, 2009 3:44 PM
This visual erotic sight of pleasure, is mind entrancing, But soon I am about to explode! Throbbing so strongly in her hand, All stops. and her beautiful hands leave me! She picks up a large rocks glass, we have drinks in,setting on the floor close at hand with ice. Bringing the glass to my throbbing rod, She takes hold of and bends it into the cold drink, Shock! as my blood recedes, only to find new meaning of pleasant torture. Removing my shaft from the cold liquid,She the places her hand under my shaft and tongues the alcohol from my shaft, the warmth of her tongue is pleasant, and starts a new sensation within me, She submerges me several more times and finishes most of the available alcohol, But this last time she decides to take me in her mouth, Having captured two ice cubes, in her mouth, Wow! I did not see that coming! and with me hard again in her mouth, her tongue dancing over the sensitive spot on my head, All my blood is drained from the rest of my body. Leaving from her mouth, and the hands now replay all from before, Good Lord She teases so knowingly. Enjoying her masterful control over me, I am strong to complete, and she is teasing with these gorges exotic nails, as my mind spins imaginary savagery she could do, but don’t imagine any pain, enjoy all the various pleasure/ pains that are happening now, Oh! I love her long nails, and to the one she uses deep inside of my throbbing head. Raking her sharpness over every bit of me shaft, Soon, I emit, She keeps in the nail. Pain! Pleasure! Erotic! Whew! Time for me to have a drink. and to tell this lovely lady, how exotic she is. Thank you dear, Now its my turn!
Posted by: Anonymous | July 21, 2009 4:45 PM
Thank you for posting my continuation of your story! A woman’s hands are ether a thing of beauty, that you imagine to caress your own body, in the act of touching of passion. Long beautiful nails, add to her mystique. Her nails can be long and dagger like, or not so very long, but past her finger tips, by the length of her nail beds, Or something even close. Even square cut nails are sexy looking, Color can be a factor yet so can clear, And so the saying “in the eyes of the beholder” If you ever have a different topic, please invite me.
Posted by: Anonymous | July 21, 2009 5:32 PM