The Seven Dressing Sins Lust
Looking back, perhaps I should have paid for my girlfriend's vibrator. =*= One hand wanders across my stomach, smooth against my black latex waist cincher. The corset constricts me, and its black laces clinch me tightly. I shiver as her fingers caress the skinlike rubber and trace the steel bones which restrict me. Her other hand... =*= The vibrator, yes. Her name was Mindy, and she was young. My female friends said too young for me and frowned disapprovingly. My male...