My First Blindfolded Surrender in the Attic: Bottle and Stranger Cock
In the attic room of that old mansarde, I stood waiting. Naked. More than naked. Just my tall boots and thigh-high stockings licking my legs. Blindfolded. Hands stretched high above my head. Back arched like an offering. My lover had ordered this. His fantasy. Or mine? I’d confessed too much. What if he sent someone…