A mutual friend introduced us. Lola lives in Dallas, and I travel there intermittently. My earlier same-day trips have now become two days long. “Lola, Lola, Lola.” Her name is my mantra as I get nearer to Dallas.
Lola likes to play on the dark side, closer and closer to the edge of the playground. These photos (very highly edited… for Lola’s sake) will give you an idea of how much she enjoys the demimonde.
Lola likes being bound and likes being suspended. I blindfold her, tease her with the point of a sterling silver letter opener, flog her. In silence. It arouses us both.
One time I wrapped her in bondage tape and blindfolded her. Loops of tape circled her breasts. Her arms were taped behind her. I wrapped her hips, her thighs, her legs, her ankles. I lowered her to the bed and teased her with drops of water from melting ice cubes. Each drop made her shudder.
I cut the tape from her thighs and legs and spread them apart. Her thighs were twitching involuntarily as I pushed into her and slowly fucked my beautiful submissive Lola.
We used the St. Andrew’s Cross one time. I had my way with her hanging on the cross, teasing her body, tasting her salty sweetness, enjoying her juices. “Leave it here,” she asked. “I want us to use it again. I like the way the hard wood feels on my body.”
Lola likes to surprise me. Once she met me at the door wearing a dog collar. And stiletto heels. That’s all. Oh... and a big smile.
Our relationship is built on trust and mutual respect. Being with her is easy and comfortable. I’m very fond of her, and her willingness to explore the edges of her sensuality makes her very appealing. Thanks, my sweet Lola.
Monk