I got texting with this lady, and within a short while, we started texting naughty. She told me her kink, and, well, this lady was all about being dominated, degraded, subdued… just name it. She likes to be called slut, shamed, called whore, and what have you—better still, put a marker on her body with those insane words. Now, I haven’t tried any of those spontaneous things before, but listening to her or texting with her got me hard all the time, so we decided on tryouts as the newbie that I am. It was planned for her place. When I got to hers, wetin I see—my mouth heavy.
No be rope wey them dey use tie goat and cow for bed be that abi na my eye. What took away the living soul out of me was the rusted dog chain I saw just at the edge of the bed… aghh, it cannot be me trying out all this village BDSM oh… wetin I wan tell police if the chain no gree unhook from her neck, abi the rope no gree loose? I don leave this kink for una, my Lord and Savior no go allow me gree for this kind thing again.
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