Nike Kik - His mouth must have been as lucky as Terrence.

A hot pleasant kiss with your nipple ring now breaks the tension of the moment. Terrence pushes his hand from your breast and nods to you as he moves to the couch and lays his head down and lays his cock right on your stomach. You can hear the shock of the sting as your own hand slaps your over the shoulder. Back and forth he goes, the heel of his open hand landing right on your soft back. You feel the red of hot indignation as you try to squirm away from him. "Don't move." You hear me say. "Keep your eyes down." Again you feel the straps of the leather flapping as I lean over you and kiss you. Your body is wet and hot as I run my hooves over the "meat" of your back. Over and over they go, until I run them over your sternum, just below your spine. When you think you can't hold on any more, I pull my mouth away. You feel the movement of the seat and of the car when I lean over you, kissing your eye sockets and lifting the blindfold. I see the woman behind the wheel, watching us. You can almost hear her smile at us. Terrence is stepping into the seat beside you. Whispering into your ear, "I'm going to be a good boy and let the woman drive.

Nothing more, nothing less." You agree as I lower your blindfold. You can almost hear my soft purr as I put it on. I reach to the center of the seatback and pull the seat forward, forcing you to lay flat on the seatback. You feel the high back of the seat parting the top two rows of seats and push yourself forward. The woman behind the wheel now opens the door to the back of the car. Terrence is already in the passenger seat, while the woman behind the wheel opens the door to the driver's side. The woman opens the door to the driver's side. You look up to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at you. You try to look at them but is too late; you can barely move. Terrence is standing in front of you, and the woman behind the wheel opens the door to the passenger side. Terrence now climbs into the seat, facing you. He pulls you forward about two feet, until you are standing beside him. Now you must trust your instincts; to follow any direction he wants. You are a bit nervous, but it is clear that the ride will be exciting and you will enjoy every minute of it. You can feel the excitement building in you.

Terrence is very clearly the dominant type; the one who dominates not through conscious agency, but through sheer force of personality. The type that seduces you with his strong dominant male traits. Terrence is young, beautiful, and handsome; there is nothing particularly unusual about the blue eyes. They come to you for release, and you accept your position as their. You can almost hear his sigh as he looks you directly in the eye and smiles. You cannot see the intensity of his eyes, but you know that he is looking at you, his body is in your body, his heart is thumping in his throat, his breathing is shallow, his body slumps into a neat right angle, his arms and legs are close together, he is in you. The eyes look to the floor and you nod. "I'll be back," he says, his voice becomes harsher. You smile and thank him. You feel the car start, feel the powerful rush of a beginning. You remember the ride home, the many reminders of the journey. You notice the blindfold. "Yes, yes," is all you can say. "Please, stop. Please, just....