Lucida blade He looked at me straight in the eye. With that expression from Saving Silverman
I had often seen in the previous hours, filtered only by the rectangular glasses that blurred the fine line dell'eyeliner glasses but not made it sweeter, even more aggressive.
However it was not the usual expression was different.
I saw that the shoulders are slightly lower but slowly, as if you were relaxing, as if time was running the dial to slow it down.
There was no hurry: I could not get away with their hands tied by the rope so hard that I shook more than I sucked into its vortex and made me feel more at ease.
already knew that I would have been the sign for hours, a small valley rose imperceptibly, an unmistakable symbol of possession.
The rope was tied to the chain holding the suspended bed.
Why yes, it was not a normal situation.
I knew her for 48 hours and I was already in his life, in her room, in her blankets, inside his body, his mind, a worthy representative of the perversion of others. The expression was
otherwise, I said.
was then that I stopped smiling and looked down I saw that by pulling the tongue out slightly as if to soak it with his lips and at the same time look at the scene to enjoy them.
looked away. It
protraette out of the bed, as if to leave, but I saw that his left fist clutching the sheets, a sign that he was about to bend down below the elevated bed to get something.
took a sheath of a knife.
He took it to his chest.
I looked through the glasses of dirty skin and sweat.
"will not do you harm."
I knew he was fascinated by knives, "because I'm cold" she said. The sheath
it contained two.
He took the big one and if you passed it to his lips, then on the breast. Staring
stuck out his tongue by passing on the naked blade. The piercing
crept inexorably along its entire length.
not stopped to fix my eyes for a moment.
He directed me toward the blade, flat.
At that moment he realized that I could only trust her.
He also realized that I had a fear and a fucking excited that I was turning the blood in the veins in pure hormones. Ready to explode. I had to take it, force it. Was mine.
because I was too naked and I knew that I would have used a little later. And it did not take long.
began to rub the blade slowly, flat on her clitoris.
I saw that started to let go, that his eyelids were closing plan to dim light.
He was masturbating with a knife.
He took his right hand from the metal and I squeeze my nipples hard.
then made the journey to my pelvis, and gently touched my dick button. Plan, however, was not the time to touch.
continued to travel to the blade on his body.
alternated between moments of destruction, with sadistic lucidity during which the mix of saliva and its moods slipping on the blade were coated warm on my private parts horny.
I still do not know if I should be scared or if I was safe.
was touching me with a fucking knife. A net shot, a sinking the tip in the flesh, and I was really in trouble. Despite the flurry of feelings
absurd ... I enjoyed the spectacle of an unusual situation and strong. Why yes, I trusted.
continues to touch and comfortable to touch following his hogs, until he decided to concentrate on my chest and threatened to sit well with my cock planted inside her belly.
His pelvis was moved with a fury alien noticed his hands with a knife, his mind on another planet.
she did not know how many times was, perhaps none, but I do not put more. Certainly not my knife broke away from the meat, surrounded him, licked it, if he enjoyed with large pelvic movements.
Time passed.
In a moment of clarity could not stop my contractions.
I untied only when my pulse is full of hot liquid esaurirorono.
She knew right away when I was relaxing - my face does not mind when they are so helpless.
He put the knife in its sheath, and sank back on my chest.
"I've never done with anyone."
