Originally Posted by Salacious

Just back from the dryer where I unloaded a warm load of whites to be folded, and again mixed in with the whites is a wonderfully soft length of rope. I don't know the exact origin of this piece of rope, but I do know that I've tried to take ownership of it many times, only to have it absconded by my youngest son. So it seems to be quite the traveling rope. Needless to say, I've had many fantasies that include this length of unbelievably soft rope. Once again, I found myself thinking about being bound with hands together over my head while my pussy is devoured relentlessly. I moan and writhe in deep pleasure. Asking to feel his fingers plunge into my cunt. Wanting to feel more. Wanting to be taken over the edge to the dominion of sexual euphoria.