Flogging

I used a bull-hide flogger for the first time last night. I’m still in sensory overload. The first thing I noticed was how heavy it was but at the same time perfectly balanced so the handle rotated lovely between my fingers. I raised it to my nose and inhaled. There was the smell of leather, but strong leather, not something out of a factory. Rather something you knew once roamed the land and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. The tails were luxurious, one side textured but smooth and the other nearly velvet. I want to stroke and fondle it, but a naked butt awaited me not to mention thighs just waiting to be fondled. I realized I was getting turned on from the flogger alone and the butt cheeks turned in my direction were icing on the cake.

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~ by amberrosethompson on October 3, 2011.

One Response to “Flogging”

  1. I really like your stories

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