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puts his right hand against my face. “You see this poses a problem,” he says. “How do I draw you into my life without having you learn too much about me? I have tortured myself all day with this question. Now I have come up with a solution. Turn around,” my lover demands.
I turn around and face the brick wall to the Arrow Bar. I feel my lover’s necktie fall over my eyes. I am blindfolded. “I am going to take you home. But you are not going to know where. You will be kept at my estate as my personal sex slave. If you wish to leave, you will have to do so with your eyes blinded.”
My heart begins to race. Of course I want to go with my anonymous lover. I want to learn more about his life. But how am I supposed to live in a place when I don’t even know where that “place” is located. Oh, I can’t say, “no.” Let’s face it, I am so turned on my now, my body starves for this man’s very touch.
“I will submit to you. And I will respect your privacy,” I announce.
“Good. Perhaps, if you are a girl good, I will reward you with peeks into my private life.”
“I would very much like that.”
My lover grabs me and walks me down the street. I have no idea where we are going. We turn a corner and continue to walk. “Here we are,” my lover says. “Get in the car.”
I sit down into a car that feels very low to the ground.
“Are we inside your car?”
“Yes,” my lover says as he closes the door. I feel around the car. Then I hear the door open to the other side of the car. My lover sits down next to me.
“Did you take a peek?” he asks.
“No. Are we in your black car?”
“Yes. We’re in my Ferrari.”
My lover turns on the engine. The sound is deafening. I can feel my body tremble to the sound of the exotic car’s massive engine. We speed out of the parking space and race down the street. I feel around for something to grab.
“How fast are we going?!” I ask nervously.
“Just 80.”
“Are we still on a side street?!”
“Yeah.”
Oh great. Going 80 on a side street, in Santa Monica, is terrifying enough. Being blindfolded doesn’t help. I feel the car make a sharp turn. Now it feels like we are going faster and faster. “Ah!” I squeal as my body is pinned to the passenger’s seat.
My lover begins to laugh. “Looks like you are in for more than you bargained for!” he says as he pumps the gas and accelerates.
“What road are we on?!” I ask.
“Now you are asking too many questions. I don’t need you to know where we are going.”
“Are we on a Freeway?”
“Don’t worry. There are no cars ahead of us right now. I’ve pretty much passed all of them. You’re safer in my car than you are in anybody else vehicle right now,” my lover says as he runs one of his hands across my right thigh. Alright, now I am starting to feel a little more comfortable. I spread my legs apart slightly. My lover moves his hand up my inner thigh and begins to rub me between my legs. Even though I am wearing jeans, the sensation is still nice and rewarding.
“I hope I am not distracting you from the road,” I say.
“Well, if we do crash, this will be hard to explain to the California Highway Patrol.”
“Yeah, especially the blindfold,” I add.
The car picks up more speed. My lover’s hand wanders from between my legs to my chest. He begins to squeeze my tits. I try to unbutton my blouse. Even though I cannot see, my fingers are nimble enough to get myself half-undressed.
“Looks like you are making it even harder for me to keep my eyes on the road,” my lover says.
I try my best to unhook my bra. After a few seconds of fumbling around, I get topless for my man. I can’t help but play with my own nipples for a while.
“Oh fuck,” my lover says. I feel the car verve off of the paved road. I scream. “Don’t worry. We’re just pulling over for a
I turn around and face the brick wall to the Arrow Bar. I feel my lover’s necktie fall over my eyes. I am blindfolded. “I am going to take you home. But you are not going to know where. You will be kept at my estate as my personal sex slave. If you wish to leave, you will have to do so with your eyes blinded.”
My heart begins to race. Of course I want to go with my anonymous lover. I want to learn more about his life. But how am I supposed to live in a place when I don’t even know where that “place” is located. Oh, I can’t say, “no.” Let’s face it, I am so turned on my now, my body starves for this man’s very touch.
“I will submit to you. And I will respect your privacy,” I announce.
“Good. Perhaps, if you are a girl good, I will reward you with peeks into my private life.”
“I would very much like that.”
My lover grabs me and walks me down the street. I have no idea where we are going. We turn a corner and continue to walk. “Here we are,” my lover says. “Get in the car.”
I sit down into a car that feels very low to the ground.
“Are we inside your car?”
“Yes,” my lover says as he closes the door. I feel around the car. Then I hear the door open to the other side of the car. My lover sits down next to me.
“Did you take a peek?” he asks.
“No. Are we in your black car?”
“Yes. We’re in my Ferrari.”
My lover turns on the engine. The sound is deafening. I can feel my body tremble to the sound of the exotic car’s massive engine. We speed out of the parking space and race down the street. I feel around for something to grab.
“How fast are we going?!” I ask nervously.
“Just 80.”
“Are we still on a side street?!”
“Yeah.”
Oh great. Going 80 on a side street, in Santa Monica, is terrifying enough. Being blindfolded doesn’t help. I feel the car make a sharp turn. Now it feels like we are going faster and faster. “Ah!” I squeal as my body is pinned to the passenger’s seat.
My lover begins to laugh. “Looks like you are in for more than you bargained for!” he says as he pumps the gas and accelerates.
“What road are we on?!” I ask.
“Now you are asking too many questions. I don’t need you to know where we are going.”
“Are we on a Freeway?”
“Don’t worry. There are no cars ahead of us right now. I’ve pretty much passed all of them. You’re safer in my car than you are in anybody else vehicle right now,” my lover says as he runs one of his hands across my right thigh. Alright, now I am starting to feel a little more comfortable. I spread my legs apart slightly. My lover moves his hand up my inner thigh and begins to rub me between my legs. Even though I am wearing jeans, the sensation is still nice and rewarding.
“I hope I am not distracting you from the road,” I say.
“Well, if we do crash, this will be hard to explain to the California Highway Patrol.”
“Yeah, especially the blindfold,” I add.
The car picks up more speed. My lover’s hand wanders from between my legs to my chest. He begins to squeeze my tits. I try to unbutton my blouse. Even though I cannot see, my fingers are nimble enough to get myself half-undressed.
“Looks like you are making it even harder for me to keep my eyes on the road,” my lover says.
I try my best to unhook my bra. After a few seconds of fumbling around, I get topless for my man. I can’t help but play with my own nipples for a while.
“Oh fuck,” my lover says. I feel the car verve off of the paved road. I scream. “Don’t worry. We’re just pulling over for a
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