for my opportunity to deepen our kiss and place my tongue along his. He brings his hands back up to cup my face, mirroring my gesture... That's it; I'm done for. I gasp and he beats me to the punch. His tongue enters my mouth, seeking mine.
My head is spinning, my breathing shallow. I can't hardly breathe and I don't care. I am kissing Tristan Michaels!
After a moment of intense kissing, he slowly pulls away, kissing me with little pecks as he does. It's obvious that he doesn't want to stop, but I can tell that he is trying to catch his breath. I smile as he continues his peck kisses, about ten in all. Then he lies back in the chair and closes his eyes. I start to chew on the barbell in my tongue, a nervous habit I have. I'm trying to decide what to do when he grabs my upper arm, smiles, and says to me. "Come here, beautiful."
I smile and blush – of course because I'm your typical blushing fool – and lean in against his right shoulder. He wraps his right arm around me, holding me close. I can hear his pounding heart against my ear. I bring my right hand up and lay it over his heart. "This is nice."
"I have not felt this comfortable in a long time." I can't see his face but I can hear that he's smiling. I lift my head slightly to look. Yup, he is smiling all right. He starts to run his fingers through my hair.
"So tell me something... Why the blue and black hair?" He chuckles and continues to stroke my hair.
I giggle. "Why the dragon?" He laughs. I say, "I don't know, different. It used to be blond and pink, blond and blue, purple, you name it. I am not the conventional type, as if my tattoos, tongue and nipple piercings aren’t proof enough." I laugh. "I have more. A lot more. You just haven't seen it all yet." Just then he brings his hand down from the top of my head, through my long, black and blue hair, between my shoulder blades.
"No bra eh?" He smiles.
"Nope. Own them, but rarely wear them."
He smiles wider, his hands continuing their journey down my spine. About two inches below where a bra would normally be, he finds a round platinum ring with a small ball holding it together. "What is this?" he whispers softly.
I smile. It's one of my pride and joy pieces of artwork. "That is a surface piercing. There’s another one about four inches to the right." His hand finds and follows the leather thong that connects the two piercings.
"You...you have a corset?" His voice is warm, husky, filled with wanting.
I smile, nearly giggle. "That would be an understatement. Would you like to see the whole thing?"
He doesn’t reply immediately, but continues to fondle the leather thong that runs between the piercings.
I have twenty-four piercings on my back, twelve on each side of my spine. There is also a tattoo that the piercings are worked into that takes the shape of a laced up corset in black and purple.
Finally he smiles and says, "I...I would love to see it."
I sit up and reach for the hem of my t-shirt, then wonder whether I should just take the whole thing off. No doubt he’s going to want the whole effect of the work. So I stand up and go for the waist of my shorts. The tattoo and the corset extend all the way to about an inch above the crack of my ass, so I have to lower my shorts to be able to show him the whole thing.
He inhales sharply. But it's in reaction to my shorts starting to fall and not because of what he sees; I know the t-shirt is doing a great job of covering my back and butt.
Once I get the shorts low enough to show off the back, I leave them there, nothing exposed yet. Then go back to my t-shirt. I turn around to face him. The first thing I notice is his rock-hard cock straining against his shorts. I smile big, and my eyes follow the contours of his body to his face. He is smiling in anticipation, his eyes locked on my hands, waiting to see what I will do. Slowly I lift the back of the shirt high enough so that the entire piece in the back will be visible. I
My head is spinning, my breathing shallow. I can't hardly breathe and I don't care. I am kissing Tristan Michaels!
After a moment of intense kissing, he slowly pulls away, kissing me with little pecks as he does. It's obvious that he doesn't want to stop, but I can tell that he is trying to catch his breath. I smile as he continues his peck kisses, about ten in all. Then he lies back in the chair and closes his eyes. I start to chew on the barbell in my tongue, a nervous habit I have. I'm trying to decide what to do when he grabs my upper arm, smiles, and says to me. "Come here, beautiful."
I smile and blush – of course because I'm your typical blushing fool – and lean in against his right shoulder. He wraps his right arm around me, holding me close. I can hear his pounding heart against my ear. I bring my right hand up and lay it over his heart. "This is nice."
"I have not felt this comfortable in a long time." I can't see his face but I can hear that he's smiling. I lift my head slightly to look. Yup, he is smiling all right. He starts to run his fingers through my hair.
"So tell me something... Why the blue and black hair?" He chuckles and continues to stroke my hair.
I giggle. "Why the dragon?" He laughs. I say, "I don't know, different. It used to be blond and pink, blond and blue, purple, you name it. I am not the conventional type, as if my tattoos, tongue and nipple piercings aren’t proof enough." I laugh. "I have more. A lot more. You just haven't seen it all yet." Just then he brings his hand down from the top of my head, through my long, black and blue hair, between my shoulder blades.
"No bra eh?" He smiles.
"Nope. Own them, but rarely wear them."
He smiles wider, his hands continuing their journey down my spine. About two inches below where a bra would normally be, he finds a round platinum ring with a small ball holding it together. "What is this?" he whispers softly.
I smile. It's one of my pride and joy pieces of artwork. "That is a surface piercing. There’s another one about four inches to the right." His hand finds and follows the leather thong that connects the two piercings.
"You...you have a corset?" His voice is warm, husky, filled with wanting.
I smile, nearly giggle. "That would be an understatement. Would you like to see the whole thing?"
He doesn’t reply immediately, but continues to fondle the leather thong that runs between the piercings.
I have twenty-four piercings on my back, twelve on each side of my spine. There is also a tattoo that the piercings are worked into that takes the shape of a laced up corset in black and purple.
Finally he smiles and says, "I...I would love to see it."
I sit up and reach for the hem of my t-shirt, then wonder whether I should just take the whole thing off. No doubt he’s going to want the whole effect of the work. So I stand up and go for the waist of my shorts. The tattoo and the corset extend all the way to about an inch above the crack of my ass, so I have to lower my shorts to be able to show him the whole thing.
He inhales sharply. But it's in reaction to my shorts starting to fall and not because of what he sees; I know the t-shirt is doing a great job of covering my back and butt.
Once I get the shorts low enough to show off the back, I leave them there, nothing exposed yet. Then go back to my t-shirt. I turn around to face him. The first thing I notice is his rock-hard cock straining against his shorts. I smile big, and my eyes follow the contours of his body to his face. He is smiling in anticipation, his eyes locked on my hands, waiting to see what I will do. Slowly I lift the back of the shirt high enough so that the entire piece in the back will be visible. I
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