I dare you to do that.

and there it is.....
the answer....

it's coming off...
it's leaving its loops
and
anxiety twists and wrings
at my insides....
afraid of it's bite
and yet pinK acknowledges
its presence with a series of
clenches and pulses....

there's a bit of a struggle...
but it's for naught..
that big hand in that long
hair ensures I'm not
going
anywhere...

there's a little sound behind me
as belt is flipped up
and deftly
folded in two...

caught in a big fist that
knows well how
to wield it..

I could pull my hands behind me
of course in some attempt to
absorb the blows there..
but have you ever felt a
belt on your hands?

it hurts far worse
than the ass cheeks could...

I'm whimpering and soft of
whisper pleading though I know
the path will not be
swayed...

the Man will not
be moved...

and leather begins licking
at soft, smooth skin...
marking it
with wide, flat welts...
it's clear the weapon
used just from the welts
that rise...

naughty little
c*nt
is getting the belt....
must have done something...somewhere
some time...
if not..... this will pay it
forward...

more welts, more cries, more jerking
of slim hips... faster breaths..
and that aching little
slit
between those long legs
that betrays
every pleading cry....

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=xWYC4dBBuM4&si=N1F73fmEcej2Kjfi

Oooo...I like the idea very much.

Her husband would never. I would

Well …

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=SQVkYgkMzhY&si=ee_Ng1XZxwrTfykb

I've gotten mine. Wonderful as always. Thanks again.

Those that need to know, she was also simulacra.
She will be missed in this place.

..........and sometimes when held
tightly to such a wall...
I can't really see anything...
especially when it's
dark...

then
I'm relying on other senses...
like sound...

and it's hyper-elevated
so when the sound of
a belt buckle
coming
undone

reaches my ears.... every nerve
ending stands straight up...
taking notice...

and that heart starts to pound
so the cheek that had received
some
relief from the cool stone
no longer
has that...

fire-hot as heat licks
through smooth cheeks and
bleeds
down
to slender
neck..

to
collar bones...

heart rate is rapid...
and I wait to hear
whether that
belt
is coming out of its
loops
or
not.....

it's an
unmistakable sound....
there's absolutely
nothing
else
that
sounds like

that....

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=t6racMJmdlA&si=YAlfcxRjfx8WZWZ4

I imagine the wall to be brick....
maybe more along the lines
of
stone.... rough stone..with old
mortar...
absolutely no yield to it...
so
that
when a rough hand
grips long, dark tresses
in a powerful
fist...

and breath catches somewhere
in the back of that slender
throat...

that wall is the next
thing felt...
against smooth, hot, cheek..
where ample breasts get flattened...
hips are shoved against it..
smooth mons now intimate with it..

the wall becomes almost a part
of
me....
where my hands try in vain
to cling
to it..

and fail...

where nails lightly rake and
seek to get some sort
of footing...

and
fail...

the only comfort it offers
is to cool down that
scalding hot
cheek that's
pushed against it....

Comes in sits on the couch

Phone connects to the apartment sound system *

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=MZs3iH8TpRQ&si=QGYgHIH8xwpL1_-Y

Naughty little thief …

*moaning*.

I have got to run but I will find you taking ylur panties with me

I know we’re in the back booth but this seems very public

A remembering
Of the sound of her shaking voice
Mighty orgasm

pulling your panties to your knees, so hot babe

Eat or be eaten
To live and die in this day
That is all there is