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This was disappointing to me, as I thought through all of the things I would like to do with her, but in this position I would not be able. I would have to try and work through that issue later.
I next fastened her ankles much in the same fashion as her hands, but the handcuffs were attached to the bed frame (the end of the bed did not go from wall to wall). Now, with her lying naked, I admired her for a few more minutes then left to start a fire. I wanted to destroy our clothes from the evening as quickly as possible. It took me almost 30 minutes to get a fire going in the stove. I began wondering how to explain the fire to my neighbors if they inquired, and they surely would. It was chilly, but nowhere near chilly enough for a fire. I would have to suggest to them that I decided I wanted a fire to make the room cozier as I drank a bottle of wine and watched TV.
The heat grew from the roaring flame. I went upstairs, changed out of my clothes, took a quick shower, gathered everything up, and started the process of burning them a few at a time. Within an hour I had all the clothing in the fireplace and would have to wait for it to burn down. I torched everything but the boots— I didn’t think the rubber soles would be great in the fireplace, and I decided I could keep them in my special room for future use.
I grabbed an electric shaver, some shaving cream and a razor, went back upstairs, and entered my room. I closed the door behind me. Jill was still sleeping (I thought, anyway) so I started the process of shaving her pubic hair. I slowly sprayed the cream on my hand, the kind that comes out something like lotion and then creams up once you rub it in. I gently spread the greenish substance between her legs, after using the electric shaver on most of the hair directly on and around her innermost personal area. I noticed that her pubic hair also had a slightly reddish tint similar to the hair on her head. I, then, slowly shaved every strand of hair from between her legs, being very careful not to cut her. Again I admired the run of freckles that sprayed over her body — randomly congregating in some areas and sparsely populating others.
After I was done, I took a cloth, wetted it with slightly warm water, and cleaned the rest of the cream off. I had never shaved a woman before so the experience had left me aroused beyond my wildest imagination. I was now at a point where I wanted her to wake up. I lay down next to her. My naked erection firmly pushed up against her leg in anxious anticipation, quietly willing her into consciousness. With the tape now removed from her mouth it would be interesting to see what her reaction would be when she realized where she was.
Minutes passed by and she did not move. I could wait no longer. I slowly started sliding my hand between her legs gently nudging one of my fingers inside her, stroking her, hoping this would arouse her. As I thought, she started stirring, making a soft purring sound as she gently moved her legs in rhythm with my finger firmly implanted inside. She slowly opened her eyes, saw me, turned her head, and started to scream. I guess I should have anticipated this reaction, but it took me off guard at the time. She was hysterical beyond control, sobbing and wailing with her arms and feet flailing against her bindings so severely that I was afraid they would start to bleed.
I tried to calm her down, but she was beyond self–control which made me frenzied. I grabbed a towel and planted it over her face, yelling at her to stop. She would not – could not would be more appropriate. After several minutes of this, I held down both her arms and put a fresh new piece of tape over her mouth firmly closing it. At least I would not have to listen to the constant screaming.
Since I was already worked up, and would not be able to sleep in my current state, I quickly entered her and held down her arms so she would not be able to scratch me. It took me only a few short strokes
I next fastened her ankles much in the same fashion as her hands, but the handcuffs were attached to the bed frame (the end of the bed did not go from wall to wall). Now, with her lying naked, I admired her for a few more minutes then left to start a fire. I wanted to destroy our clothes from the evening as quickly as possible. It took me almost 30 minutes to get a fire going in the stove. I began wondering how to explain the fire to my neighbors if they inquired, and they surely would. It was chilly, but nowhere near chilly enough for a fire. I would have to suggest to them that I decided I wanted a fire to make the room cozier as I drank a bottle of wine and watched TV.
The heat grew from the roaring flame. I went upstairs, changed out of my clothes, took a quick shower, gathered everything up, and started the process of burning them a few at a time. Within an hour I had all the clothing in the fireplace and would have to wait for it to burn down. I torched everything but the boots— I didn’t think the rubber soles would be great in the fireplace, and I decided I could keep them in my special room for future use.
I grabbed an electric shaver, some shaving cream and a razor, went back upstairs, and entered my room. I closed the door behind me. Jill was still sleeping (I thought, anyway) so I started the process of shaving her pubic hair. I slowly sprayed the cream on my hand, the kind that comes out something like lotion and then creams up once you rub it in. I gently spread the greenish substance between her legs, after using the electric shaver on most of the hair directly on and around her innermost personal area. I noticed that her pubic hair also had a slightly reddish tint similar to the hair on her head. I, then, slowly shaved every strand of hair from between her legs, being very careful not to cut her. Again I admired the run of freckles that sprayed over her body — randomly congregating in some areas and sparsely populating others.
After I was done, I took a cloth, wetted it with slightly warm water, and cleaned the rest of the cream off. I had never shaved a woman before so the experience had left me aroused beyond my wildest imagination. I was now at a point where I wanted her to wake up. I lay down next to her. My naked erection firmly pushed up against her leg in anxious anticipation, quietly willing her into consciousness. With the tape now removed from her mouth it would be interesting to see what her reaction would be when she realized where she was.
Minutes passed by and she did not move. I could wait no longer. I slowly started sliding my hand between her legs gently nudging one of my fingers inside her, stroking her, hoping this would arouse her. As I thought, she started stirring, making a soft purring sound as she gently moved her legs in rhythm with my finger firmly implanted inside. She slowly opened her eyes, saw me, turned her head, and started to scream. I guess I should have anticipated this reaction, but it took me off guard at the time. She was hysterical beyond control, sobbing and wailing with her arms and feet flailing against her bindings so severely that I was afraid they would start to bleed.
I tried to calm her down, but she was beyond self–control which made me frenzied. I grabbed a towel and planted it over her face, yelling at her to stop. She would not – could not would be more appropriate. After several minutes of this, I held down both her arms and put a fresh new piece of tape over her mouth firmly closing it. At least I would not have to listen to the constant screaming.
Since I was already worked up, and would not be able to sleep in my current state, I quickly entered her and held down her arms so she would not be able to scratch me. It took me only a few short strokes
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