After getting her dressed as catgirl, I convinced Annabella to have a short drink. Soon after, when she was asleep, the ropes session begins. Not quite easily as it looks, while juggling to maintain her position and intertwining the ropes around her beautiful almost perfect body, and not feeling my heart jump out from the tension and excitement.
As the ropes past over and under her breasts 3 times, the thrill is as high as the Six Flags ride that I was so fond yet fearful of. There you go. The philosophy of rope art in those sentences. Simply to defy the limits of pain and pleasure. Riding the waves barely touching uncertainty. Chemist will call it adrenaline. You will instead keep seeking it. That thrill.
Those lovely silky smooth legs, wrapped in the most delicate silky smooth hosiery. Divine. I could run my fingers up and down, caressing them for minutes or close to the hour. Till my hands have to readjust the positions of soreness. It is not describable by prose. You just have to look at them once. The photo is not doing justice. Silky. Smooth. Those words will be forever combine with this imagery of those million dollar legs.
What next? Asleep. When she awakes...
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