Ropes not Roses

Ropes not Roses

Buy Her Ropes Not Roses

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Mister K learned long ago that I’m not really a hearts and flowers kind of girl. He used to give them to me regularly and I don’t think I ever responded the way he’d hoped. I’d much prefer something with longevity, like a plant. Flowers shrivel and dry up, and then become compost. There’s no nurturing and little care of the well intended gift. What a horrible way to say thank you!

Of course this was before our adventure into BDSM, but he certainly knows now that I’d like ropes, not roses. I think he prefers to give them as well. They have truly become the gift that keeps on giving!

After a time of disconnect, it seems we’ve gotten back on track. To celebrate, we had some fun, doing what we do best; a little bit of rope play. Apparently, all Mister K needs is one arm and one leg to accomplish his task. I can’t say I mind… much. There’s something quite comforting being wrapped to his will. No, I can’t say I mind much at all.

To see who else is having fun in monochrome, click the camera.

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