Sinful Sunday: Limits


I have a small mouth.

I know, life can be so cruel.

I struggle with even the smallest of ball gags.

Two cocks? Forget it.


Not really for me.

Ouch that hurts.

That hurts a lot.

Stop it! Please stop! Stop it now.

You see I have pretty defined limits.

I don’t like this, I don’t like that.

Does my cock look hard?

No! So stop it.

But just occasionally you meet a demented woman that has no limits.


Hard as you can, just rub my pussy.

Again, again.


Oh that looks fun. Tie my pussy up. Oh that hurts good.

Will you suspend me and spin me around?

Is there anything that you don’t like?

Erm? I’m not sure. I’ll tell you if  I find something.

I guess its not that surprising that a person would have broad tastes.

But at twenty?

Hell at twenty I had barely discovered good vanilla sex.

The youth of today! Amazing.

She will make the most delightful play thing.

My beloved Houseguest is already devising new ways to torment her.


Robert you are so boring!


Yes, you need to be more like Sara. You need let me do anything I want!

But, but……

I will break you both!

How am I ever to keep up with Sara?

She is one sick twisted freak.


I’m but a man!

I truly am fucked (literally, in every orifice).

4 thoughts on “Sinful Sunday: Limits

  1. Isn’t it just so exciting! Sarah needs someone to teach her the wicked ways, and we need you to be our sexual experimentation toy. Come on, Baby, you know you will love it. I command you to love it! lol

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