I had my way with my girl –Leah-03 by aamir Hyderabad
Explore the passionate journey of 'I Had My Way with My Girl - Leah-03' by Aamir Hyderabad. This tantalizing erotic tale weaves sensual storytelling with romance, leaving you craving more. Dive into an unforgettable experience filled with desire and intimacy!<br/>
An sadomasochistic, erotic story in the first person where Deepak Kumar lured a girl he knows into a kind of erotic torture chamber, called “The Snuggery”, in his house, and takes considerable pride in meticulously planned Sex which is described in minute detail that will awaken any woman’s sexual passions
Most of the story takes place in a room in a house called ‘The Snuggery’, which the narrator, ” Deepak “, converts into a kind of erotic torture chamber equipped with beds to which women can be strapped and held helpless and which is soundproofed to make their screams unheard. Other equipment includes cords and pulleys, flagellation implements and a mechanical “Chair of Treachery” to which helpless females are lured to be restrained in.
From the Dairy of Mr. Deepak Kumar..
You have read in part-2 that :
By the keyboard of the grand piano stood a duet-stool upholstered in leather and with the usual mechanical power of adjustment for height, only to a much greater extent than usual. But the feature of the stool was its unusual length, a full six feet, and I one day had to satisfy Leah’s curiosity by telling her that this was for the purpose of providing a comfortable seat to anyone who might be turning over for the pianist! The real reason was that the stool was, for all practical purposes, a rack actuated by hidden machinery and fitted with a most ingenious arrangement of straps, the efficacy of which I looked forward to testing on Leah’s tender self.
The treacherous armchair I have already explained. My readers can now perhaps understand that I could fix Leah in practically any position or attitude and keep her so fixed while I worked my sweet will on her helpless self.
All the ropes and straps were fitted with swivel snap-hooks. To attach them to Leah’s limbs, I used an endless band of the strongest and softest silk rope that I could get made. It was an easy matter to slip the band (doubled) round her wrist or ankle, pass one end through the other and draw tight, then snap the free end into the swivel hook. No amount of plunging or struggling would loosen this attachment, and the softness of the silk prevented Leah’s delicate flesh from being rubbed or even marked.
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Now Further
During the ten minutes grace that I mentally allowed Leah in which to recover from the violence of her struggles, I quietly studied her as she stood helpless, almost supporting herself by resting her weight on her wrists. She was to me an exhilarating spectacle, her bosom fluttering, rising and falling as she caught her breath, her cheeks still flushing, her large hat somewhat disarranged, while her dainty well-fitting dress displayed her neat comely figure to its fullest advantage.
She regained command of herself wonderfully quickly, and then it was evident that she was stealthily watching me in horrible apprehension. I did not leave her long in suspense, but after going slowly round her and inspecting her, I placed a chair right in front of her, so close to her its edge almost touched her knees, then slipped myself into it, keeping my legs apart, so that she stood between them, the front of her dress pressing against the fly of my trousers. Her head was now above mine, so that I could peer directly into her downcast face.
As I took up this position, Leah trembled nervously and tried to draw herself away from me, but found herself compelled to stand as I had placed her. Noticing the action, I drew my legs closer to each other so as loosely to hold her between them, smiling cruelly at the uncontrollable shudder that passed through her when she felt the pressure of my knees against hers!,
Then I extended my arms, clasped her gently round the waist, and drew her against me, at the same time tightening the clutch of my legs, till soon she was fairly in my embrace, my face pressing against her throbbing bosom. For a moment she struggled wildly, then resigned herself to the unavoidable as she recognised her helplessness.
Except when dancing with her, I had never held Leah in my arms, and the embrace permitted by the waltz was nothing to the comprehensive clasping between arms and legs in which she now found herself. She trembled fearfully, her tremors giving me exquisite pleasure as I felt them shoot through her, and murmured beseechingly: ‘Please don’t, Deepak!’
I looked up into her flushed face, as I amorously pressed my cheek against the swell of her bosom: ‘Don’t you like it, Leah?’ I said maliciously, as I squeezed her still more closely against me. ‘I think you’re just delicious, dear, and I am trying to imagine what it will feel like, when your clothes have been taken off you!’
‘No! No! Deepak!’ she moaned agonisedly, twisting herself in her distress, ‘let me go, Deepak; don’t … don’t …’ and her voice failed her.
For answer, I maintained her against me with my left arm round her waist, then with my right hand, I began to stroke and press her hips and bottom.
‘Oh! … don’t Deepak! don’t!’ Leah shrieked, squirming in distress and futilely endeavouring to avoid my marauding hand. I paid no attention to her pleadings and cries, but continued my strokings and caressings over her full posteriors and thighs down to her knees, then back to her buttocks and haunches, she, all the while, quivering in a delicious way. Then I freed my left hand, and holding her tightly imprisoned between my legs, I proceeded with both hands to study over her clothes the configuration of her backside and hips and thighs, handling her buttocks with a freedom that seemed to stagger her, as she pressed the front of her person against me, in her efforts to escape from the liberties that my hands were takings with her posterior charms.
After toying delightfully with her in this way for some little time, I ceased and withdrew my hands from her hips, but only to pass them up and down over her incurving sides; thence I passed to her bosom which I began lovingly to stroke and caress to her dismay. Her colour rose as she swayed uneasily on her legs. But her stays prevented any direct attack on her bosom, so I decided to open her clothes sufficiently to obtain a peep at her virgin breasts, and set to work to unbutton her top.
‘Deepak, no! no!!’ shrieked Leah, struggling vainly to get loose. But I only smiled and continued to undo her blouse till I got it completely open and threw it back on to her shoulders, only to be baulked as a fairly high bodice covered her bosom. I set to work to open this, my fingers revelling in the touch of Leah’s dainty linen. Soon it also was open and thrown back – and then, right before my eager eyes, lay the snowy expanse of Leah’s bosom, her breasts being visible nearly as far as their nipples!
‘Oh! … oh! …’ she moaned in her distress, flushing painfully at this cruel exposure. But I was too excited to take any notice; my eyes were riveted on the provokingly lovely swell of her breasts, exhibiting the valley between the twin globes, now heaving and fluttering under her agitated emotions. Unable to restrain myself, I threw my arms round Leah’s waist drew her closely to me and pressed my lips on her palpitating flesh which I kissed furiously.