My sexy, gorgeous, slutty girl, I remember the night you arrived at my place, well after most decent people had taken to their beds. You love to dress as a Tgirl slut, but you are innately shy and don't want anyone but me to see this fuck-slut side of you. Coming inside, you found me standing naked, tall, strong and oh so masculine, holding lengths of rope in my big strong hands. I had a small, cynical smile on my face. Your reticence amused me. Your gaze met mine for an instant before you tipped your head forward and glued your eyes to the floor. Clasping your hands shyly in front… Read more