Masturbating drunk can create a mess. I was in such a mess one night, but woke up to find no mess. How could that be? Did somebody clean me up? Why would they do such a thing?
I have always been curious about BDSM, I read articles, watched movies and videos. One moody, rainy evening I went out grocery shopping and who would have known how this short trip to the shop would change my life and turn my world around. Last thing I remember was seeing her wicked smile and holding a bag of groceries, and now here I am - on my knees with my hands behind my head, not allowed to make even a slight move, my heart is racing with excitement, I'm breathing fast and anticipating...
