Esther tosses down the rope. "This is too complicated," she laments. "I've never been good with string."
"Why don't we try a simpler one?" Beth asks, flipping through the pages of the book. She points at a very simple-looking tie. "What about this one?"
Five minutes later, Esther flops onto her back. "I give up," she says. "You try."
Within minutes, Beth has executed a flawless tie.
Bee picks up the glass dildo this time, carrying it over to xer blindfolded, waiting partner. "Guess what this one is," xe whispers, letting the head of the dildo whisper over Aiden's skin.
"Dildo?" Aiden guesses.
"This would be more fun with more of a variety," Bee laughs.
The #indigo blossoms on Gemma's skin are tender to the touch, reminiscent of the bites that formed them. She digs a thumb into one on her thigh, remembering the pretty girl tucked between her legs the night before.
/I'll suck you off until you beg for mercy,/ she had said, and Gemma had! Gemma blushes, thinking of the things she'd said.
She removes her thumb, admiring the bruise underneath.
Hayley holds the collar up to her neck. "What kind of dog do you think I'd be?" she asks her girlfriend, setting the collar down to pick up the next one.
"A Pomeranian," Sheila says decisively. "You're tiny and you need lots of attention." She rests her chin on Hayley's head.
"Don't cry, puppy," Kelsey says mockingly. "Here, you can have my shoe."
Reclining in her chair, she offers her foot, nudging it at Madeline's cock.
Madeline looks up pleadingly, but she does begin to hump the shoe. "Please," she starts.
"Puppies don't talk," Kelsey tells her.
Beatrix twists in her bindings, arms tied above her head, her senses on high alert. She thinks her girlfriend might be about to touch her... now? No, now?
"You're so jumpy," Sandra laughs behind her. Fingernails drag down Beatrix's thigh. "It's just a blindfold."
"/You/ try it," Beatrix accuses her, shivering from the sensation. "I can't see anything."
"Yes, that's how blindfolds work," Sandra teases her.
Natasha tugs at her girlfriend's hair, pulling her head to the side to expose her neck. She nips at it, her teeth teasing at the idea of a hickey.
"Please," Luna gasps, eyes squeezed shut. Her hips rut down against the pillow placed beneath her cock.
Natasha trails her hand down Luna's side, making her squirm. "Only good girls get hickies," she says sternly. "Have you been a good girl?"
"Yes!" Luna begs, and finally Natasha bites down.
"Come here," Sara says darkly. "Your place is in the kitchen, looking pretty, making my lunch."
Jill presses her lips together, trying not to laugh. She fails.
As she dissolves into laughter, Sara wilts. "Whatβs wrong?"
"You sound like a conservative!"
"Arenβt I supposed to?" Sara asks plaintively. "I thought that was the kink!"
"Yes, butβ" Jill bursts into laughter again.
Sara pouts.
"I'm almost scared to try it," Evan laughs, slowly stroking his cock. "What if the rod in it breaks?"
"Plenty of people have had sex after a phalloplasty," Ocean says, rolling their eyes. "You'll be fine."
"What if it stabs you?" Evan says doubtfully.
"That's the goal," Ocean says cheekily. They spread their legs further. "Stick it in!"
Evan laughs and nods, moving forward to nudge his cockhead into Ocean's wet warmth.
In the aftermath, Damian flops back against the bed. "I like you better when your mouth is occupied," he teases.
Eric swipes the back of his hand across his chin. "And I like you better when I'm in charge of what noises you're making," he retorts. "Come on, I thought we were being nice now."
Damian rolls his eyes. "Okay then, come cuddle," he says sarcastically.
Eric rolls his eyes too, tossing Damian's pants at him.
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