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He asked if I liked to party. I told him he could never party as I liked. He smirked as he leaned in close and said, try me. That’s when I knew I’ll have one of those sexy hardcore sex stories to tell. I said, Ok would you like to come back to my place? He said yes! When we walked into my house he grinned seeing the soft pastels and kitty pictures. I grinned wickedly at him. I led him into my bedroom and his smile faded into a shocking expression.
My room was red and black. I had a rack and straps hanging from the beams above my bed. There was a mirror on the wall. I told him to sit on the bed and I slowly undressed in front of him.
I put my leather body suit on and pulled a mask and gag ball from a drawer. Then I flipped open a door and displayed a row of whips and paddles.
He said in a somewhat shaky voice. So you like to be whipped huh?
I looked over my shoulder choosing a riding crop. No, I don’t this is my sex therapy. I said calmly.
Wait, I didn’t sign up for this. He stood to leave. Ok, leave or stay and experience something that will change your life forever. After all, you said you could party. I grinned.
He looked me up and down. And slowly began removing his clothes. I could tell he was nervous which got me more excited!
What is your safe word? I asked. With a wicked smile.
He looked around. Red I don’t think I will ever forget the color red again.
I smiled as he stood there hiding his dick from me in his hand.
Let’s get started then.
I would love to tell you more about what happened that night if you think you can party with me and read about my hardcore sex stories!
Welcome to my red room of pain!
