And of course, you have month end work to look into. I slip into an almost unconscious sleep. Blowjob sex I stand up and dust myself… What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. Metal clangs. If this is a dream which I now honestly believe it is, where the hell are you? Nothing gentle about that. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the cold is creeping into my ‘secret’ places… Jeez! I stand up and dust myself… The beach seems isolated, just the murmur of the sea… I grope my way around the walls, fingers touching more metal chains (or shackles). I take the hat off and sit up…the evening sun is softly glowing above the horizon (or is it dawn?). Something grazes my left nipple. something hard, yet soft… parts my pussy lips and it is definitely not a finger. I am naked, spread-eagled and shackled… and as good as blind-folded. the sand’s too clean, like champagne coloured
