Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-pas-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!news-out.visi.com!spool-3.news.visi.com!newsfeed2.dallas1.level3.net!news.level3.com!postnews.google.com!not-for-mail
From: a_lanart@yahoo.co.uk (A Lanart)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: NEW: VOY "Unlaced" 1/1 P/K [NC-17)
Date: 3 Jan 2005 13:26:47 -0800
Organization: http://groups.google.com
Lines: 547
Message-ID: <9c267bb2.0501031326.332d423b@posting.google.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: 81.86.248.247
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
X-Trace: posting.google.com 1104787607 14434 127.0.0.1 (3 Jan 2005 21:26:47 GMT)
X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 21:26:47 +0000 (UTC)
Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:161805
X-Received-Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 13:26:49 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net)

Title: Unlaced (sequel to Devil in a Red Dress)
Author: A Lanart
Series: Voyager
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/K 
Part: 1/1
Summary: cross-dressing and undressing and more...
Unlaced 


Tom and Harry broke apart guiltily at the rather forceful cough 
that echoed from the vicinity of the real world.

"I believe you both have quarters, gentlemen?" The Captain 
observed tartly, not quite managing to hide her grin.

"Y-y-yes Captain," They stuttered in unison. Though Tom then had 
to gape in astonishment as Harry flicked his fan, furiously 
wafting air at the face that now matched his costume before 
observing,

"Rather warm in here, isn't it. Time for some air..." before 
sashaying out of the holodeck with a last wicked glance from 
behind 
his fan. Tom smiled helplessly at the Captain, and followed. He 
discovered Harry waiting decorously outside the holodeck, the look 
in his eyes completely at odds with his posture. Tom adjusted the 
cuffs of his own costume, and bowed to that vision of loveliness.

"Mizz Scarlet, would you care for me to escort you home?" Harry 
curtsied back at him, leaving Tom wondering how long Harry had 
been planning this...

"Why, Thank You kind sir, I believe that I would." Tom offered his 
arm, which Harry took gently. Tom smiled warmly at him.

"The pleasure is all mine, gracious lady." Harry tried to hide his 
snort of amusement in his fan. "Seriously Har, it is a pleasure. I 
just never expected us to be dressed like this..." He waved 
vaguely with his free hand at their attire as they moved sedately, 
in keeping with their costumes, toward Harry's quarters. For decorum 
and safety they maintained their distance - the only contact the 
light touch of Harry's fingertips like a brand on Tom's arm.

"Did you ever even think about it, Tom?" Harry asked carefully.

"Oh I thought alright... but I never saw it as a possibility."

"Maybe you were looking in the wrong places?" Harry twinkled from 
behind his fan.

"Damn Straight." They passed the turbolift, managing to keep their 
faces completely straight at Vorick's very un-vulcan smirk in 
their direction. Tom nodded genteelly at Vorik in reply. "Since 
when have your quarters been this far from the Holodeck?" He hissed. 
"I feel like we've paraded past the whole crew!" Harry smiled 
enigmatically.

"Everything comes to he who waits..." Tom groaned quietly as the 
smile on Harry's face degenerated into more of a leer, then 
breathed a sigh of relief when he realised they had reached door 
105-2. He tapped in the code and gestured for Harry to precede 
him through the open door with a bow.

"My Lady..." Harry strutted through the door past Tom, with a come 
hither smile thrown over his shoulder. Tom almost whimpered before 
following, which turned into a muffled "oof!" as he found himself 
flung against the wall. He vaguely heard a deep and needy voice 
command the privacy lock before his mouth was possessed by the 
blazing inferno that was Harry. Tom was helpless to anything except 
kiss him back. Eventually Harry came up for air.

"Wow!" Gasped Tom. Then, plaintively, "Why did you stop?" Chest 
heaving, Harry gave him a smouldering grin, before turning on his 
heel to carefully place his fan on the desk. The red hair 
ornaments followed, as did the choker. He ran his fingers through 
his hair, giving his head a quick shake *freedom at last*, then 
glanced back at Tom. Tom hadn't moved, but was hungrily watching 
every move Harry made, devouring with his eyes. Harry grinned.

"Aren't you a little over-dressed?"

"I think I might need some help..." Tom's voice was a strangled 
croak, which differed from the happy, helpless smile on his face. 
Harry tut-tutted, still grinning as he sauntered back over to 
where Tom was still leaning on the wall.

"Why didn't you say..." Harry let his fingers drift across Tom's 
cheek and neck before he nimbly began to untie the cravat, "After 
all, I'm more than happy to help someone in need." Leaving the 
cravat undone, he moved next to the cuffs of the jacket, carefully 
unbuttoning each one as he cradled Tom's hands in his own. "There 
now, I think we can get this off." He pulled Tom into his arms, 
eased the heavy material off his shoulders, managing to stop it 
puddling onto the floor in the process which Harry was more than 
faintly pleased about - after all his motor functions weren't 
at their best, even if they seemed to be working better than 
Toms... He pushed Tom gently into one of his chairs, the jacket 
being placed carefully along the back, and promptly sat on Tom's 
knee.

"Wha...?" Tom never got to finish the word or the question, as 
Harry claimed his lips once more, fingers busy with the buttons 
of Tom's shirt. Tom found his own hands moving without volition 
to tangle in the thick mass of Harry's midnight hair. 

The shirt successfully unbuttoned, Harry let his mouth wander as 
he slithered gracefully off Tom's knee onto the floor. Tom seemed 
to have no strength left in any of his muscles and let his head 
loll against the chair back as he joyfully and dazedly surrendered 
to the onslaught of body and senses by this Devil in a Red Dress 
who was also his best friend. 

His brain made a connection.

"Har...you're... you've..." He seemed to have trouble speaking. 
Harry gave Tom's left nipple one last suck before raising his 
eyes.

"I'm still wearing the dress?" Tom nodded. "I know." Harry 
grinned. "Watch me." Tom met Harry's smouldering gaze and his 
eyes widened. Surely Harry wasn't going to...
 
"And touch me... if you can..." With that Harry swooped for a 
quick and bruising kiss, the gentle touch of his hand on Tom's 
cheek at odds with the power of his insistent mouth. "That is 
if you want me to carry on..." he whispered against Tom's 
lips. Tom sucked air desperately, and managed to find enough 
presence of mind and breath to say something he felt was very 
important.

"Want you to carry on? Oh Har, I don't think I ever want you to 
stop. You've opened my eyes and stolen my heart and I didn't even 
realise..." Harry leaned back a little to take a good look at 
Tom's face. His smile was tender, loving. And horny as hell.

"Good. Cos right now, I've got the chance to indulge in one of my 
favourite fantasies and I'm not going to waste it. Just..." 

"Anything."

"Hold me, later?"

"Yesssss...." Tom's breath hissed through his teeth as Harry 
lowered his head again, his hot tongue bathing Tom's skin, 
his teeth gently nipping a path down Tom's body. And Tom 
watched, helpless to do little more than gasp, fingers 
clenching reflexively on Harry's shoulders, in his hair, 
as wave after wave of sensation blazed along his overloaded 
nerves. He was only half aware of Harry's skilled and 
determined fingers at the fastening of his skin-tight breeches, 
but became suddenly alert at the faintest breath of air across 
his super-heated skin. A chuckle reverberated against that skin, 

"I didn't know you went commando." Tom gasped at the sensation.

"I don't... usually."

"My lucky night, then." Harry's nimble fingers freed Tom's 
burgeoning erection, and he gave a happy sigh as its weeping 
tip indicated its pleasure in being free. "Tom, you have a 
gorgeous cock." Harry fell silent, and darted out his tongue 
for an initial taste. "Gorgeous..." He repeated, and then said 
no more as his mouth had found far better things to do. He'd 
dreamed about driving Tom to distraction with his mouth on 
more than one occasion and was determined to make every 
swipe of his tongue, every suck, every nibble count double. 
He glanced up when Tom's hands fell away from his hair. Tom 
stared back, his hands clenched white-knuckled on the edge 
of the chair. Harry paused.

"Don't stop, Har... Please don't stop." Tom rasped, trembling 
with need. Harry grinned around Tom's cock, then deep-throated 
him, loving the sound of his name on Tom's lips. He tried to 
work his fingers down to cup Tom's velvety balls in his hand, 
but found the breeches causing an obstruction. Tom wriggled 
forward in the chair, slightly raising his hips in an unconscious 
gesture of entreaty, just enough for Harry to peel the breeches 
down one-handed.

Tom's brain was about to short-circuit with desire. He could 
hardly believe that the best blow-job of his life was being 
given by Harry, and Harry in a dress at that! He'd entertained 
the odd half-formed fantasy about Harry, and expected most of 
the crew had done at one time or another, but had not pursued 
them for fear of spoiling the most beautiful thing in his life; 
their friendship. Seemed like Harry had other ideas... and 
what ideas they were! His mouth, his touch set Tom on fire,
and he was burning, aching for more. Tom could no longer even 
remotely control the trembling of his body; he was close to 
the edge, almost ready to fall. He felt those clever fingers 
caress him softly, carefully drifting across his perineum. 
Then Harry deep-throated him again, gently penetrating him 
with a tender finger. Tom plunged into the abyss waiting for 
him, hearing someone scream Harry's name, only half aware that 
it was himself.

Soft hair under his fingers, a warm weight resting on his knee, 
and the feeling of just having been given the most amazing gift 
of his life. It could only be Harry. Quiet, gentle, loyal, 
efficient, intense, *passionate* Harry. He continued to stroke 
Harry's hair, where his head lay on Tom's knee, and cracked his 
eyelids open to look down at him, only to have his own gaze met 
by the banked fire of Harry's eyes and a vaguely smug grin. The 
dress was a red pool of silk around Harry's knees. Tom tried to 
speak, failed, and settled for just beaming happily. Harry's 
grin became broader, and he raised his head, reaching out to 
brush Tom's cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with the 
expression on his face.

"I was good then..." It wasn't quite a question but Tom gasped 
an answer anyway as his hand moved to cup the back of Harry's 
head.

"Better than good." Still breathless, he leaned down to drop a 
kiss on Harry's forehead. "Come here, Har." Harry levered himself 
off the floor and perched on Tom's knee, nestling into his arms. 
He listened to Tom's breathing gradually slow to something 
approaching normal, then clambered back off his lap, smiling at 
Tom's faintly bemused expression.

"Think you can move now?"

"Just about. You should have a health warning attached..." Harry 
chuckled, and held out his hand. Tom grasped it in one of his own, 
letting his eyes form the question. A wicked grin appeared on 
Harry's face again.

"I still need a hand to get out of the dress..." He tugged gently, 
pulling Tom up out of the chair and into his arms once more "But 
first..." Tom's shirt was pulled off and flung in the general 
direction of his jacket. The cravat had already disappeared 
somewhere else. Taking the hint, Tom finished peeling off his 
breeches and sent them after the shirt.

"Now who's overdressed?" He asked before claiming Harry's mouth 
for himself, and let his hands wander down Harry's back to the 
fastenings of the red dress. Breathless minutes later, Tom pulled 
away from Harry, and spun him round so he could better access the 
back of the dress. "I have never had so much trouble getting 
someone out of a dress before," he groused. He felt as much as 
heard Harry's almost-giggle.

"I can't think why," was the innocent sounding reply.

"Maybe I can refresh your memory..." Tom set his lips to the 
nape of Harry's neck, to be rewarded with a shudder. He grinned 
to himself; payback was going to be fun... 

Harry's skin glowed gold against the blood-red silk, so tempting 
to kiss, to lick, to suck, to bite. Tom obligingly indulged, 
showering Harry's neck and shoulders with attention as he 
continued to unfasten the small red buttons down Harry's back. 
Eventually he managed to undo them all, and pushed the dress from 
Harry's firm shoulders, and off from his hips; padding, petticoats 
and all. Harry stepped out of the dress, and struck a pose. Despite 
knowing it was intentional, Tom couldn't help but stare. The red 
satin corset was delicately trimmed with black lace, and stopped a 
few inches below Harry's nipples; it cinched his waist enough to 
give him curves that he didn't usually have, but didn't actually 
make him look feminine in the least. And to complete the outfit, 
was underwear in matching satin and lace. Tom was unsure whether 
to laugh or jump Harry's bones. Laughter won, for the moment.

"Bloomers?"

"They were in the database."

"I know, but..." Harry pouted endearingly at Tom.

"They're actually quite comfortable. Hide a multitude of sins too. 
But if you don't like them..." Harry untied the drawstring and let 
them fall, kicking them in the direction of the dress. Tom stared 
some more; in fact his eyes were riveted, for between the lace 
trimmed corset and the lace-top stockings, Harry was sporting the 
great-granddaddy of all erections. Tom licked his suddenly dry 
lips.

"They certainly do hide a multitude of sins." Harry drew breath 
to speak, but thought better of it and stepped closer to Tom, 
until his erection was brushing Tom's skin, leaving a smear of 
wetness. His expression had changed from teasing and playful to 
intense in the blink of an eye. Their eyes locked, almost striking 
sparks from each other, and they reached for each other simultaneously; 
Tom for Harry's shoulders to gather him closer and Harry to cup Tom's 
face in his hands, gently brushing a thumb over his lips.

"I've been waiting a long time, Tom." He whispered.

"For me?" Tom was incredulous.

"For you." Harry kissed Tom softly on the nose. "I think I've been 
waiting all my life, Tom. And I got sick of waiting." A quick 
smile ghosted across Tom's face, a gentle smile that would have 
surprised many of the crew, though not Harry.

"And I'm glad you got sick of waiting."

"Good." Harry tore his eyes away, unable to bear the intensity any 
longer. "Tom, I..." He felt one of Tom's arms unwrap from round 
his shoulders, then gentle fingers were under his chin, tilting 
his face up to meet the cerulean gaze once more. Harry swallowed 
convulsively, and took the leap of faith. "This isn't just about 
sex, Tom. I... I love you." He closed his eyes, not wanting to see 
the expression in Tom's change, but he felt he had had to let him 
know. They flew open a moment later as Tom crushed Harry to him, 
showering light kisses all over his face, down to his ear.

"And you didn't think I'd want to hear that?" Tom murmured. Harry 
shrugged noncommittally. "I'd better let you know that it's the 
best thing I've ever heard in my life then, hadn't I?" He brought 
his mouth back to Harry's, to nibble on the full lips. "And seeing 
as we're having True Confession time, I have one of my own..."

"You do?"

"You bet, Har." Tom kissed him again, longer this time, letting 
his tongue plunder the moist heat of Harry's mouth until they were 
both gasping. "I love you too." Tom paused. And..." He broke off, 
blushing, which made Harry grin.

"And...?"

"You really turn me on dressed like that..." 

"In that case..." Their lips met, with near bruising force as Tom 
dragged and Harry pushed them into the sleeping area. They landed 
on the bed together, still kissing passionately, fingers brushing 
over hypersensitive skin, exploring, learning.

They broke apart, panting. Harry had managed to end up on top, and 
brushed a damp lock of hair away from Tom's face as he gazed down 
at him.

"You know what I want to do?" Harry whispered. Tom shook his head, 
not trusting himself to speak coherently. "I want to fuck you..." 
Tom felt Harry's erection leap in anticipation against his body, 
and was aware of an answering twitch from his own - as was Harry. 
The blissful smile above Tom became something decidedly more 
dangerous, and possibly even more arousing. "...and I want you to 
be able to see me, to watch me when I come in your body, so you 
know what you do to me..." 

"Harry, you're going to kill me." Tom grinned, more than a little 
wildly. "But I'll die a very happy man." Harry grinned back.

"I aim to please..." Tom had no time or inclination to reply as 
Harry swooped in for another searing kiss. He retraced the path 
his mouth  had taken earlier; pausing to suck a little on Tom's 
already sensitive nipples, to swirl his tongue around Tom's belly 
button but steadily and inexorably making his way to the part of 
Tom's body he was truly aiming for.

By the time Harry started gently teasing the soft skin of Tom's 
balls, Tom's breathless whispers of Harry's name had degenerated 
into incoherent moans; and as his mobile tongue dipped into the 
cleft of Tom's ass, those moans steadily increased in volume 
even while he managed to spread his legs, drawing his knees up 
to allow Harry better access. Harry took the hint and began to 
bathe Tom's asshole with his tongue, occasionally stopping to 
suck cooler air across that most sensitive spot, then probe a 
little more. When he eased a finger inside and met no resistance 
whatsoever, Harry realised Tom was more than ready for him. He 
eased away slightly, ignoring Tom's whimper of protest, to reach 
under the pillow for the tube that he had stashed there in the 
hope that his dream would come true.

Harry slicked himself down with lube, and rubbed generous amounts 
into Tom's straining body even as Tom tried to impale himself on 
Harry's fingers.

"Har..."

"Shhh, love. Only a few seconds and I'll be in there for as long 
as I can..." Harry flipped the tube closed and placed it back 
under the pillow so it would be easy to find when it was his turn. 
Carefully he positioned himself at the entrance to Tom's body and 
began to ease gently inside, inch by inch, until he was buried 
balls deep in Tom's ass. 

A moment passed when they both seemed suspended in time, unable 
to comprehend the totality of their joining, as they gazed into 
each other's eyes silently, the only sound their laboured 
breathing. Tom manoeuvred his legs so they were resting on Harry's 
upper body, forcing Harry to sink deeper inside. The resulting groan 
of pleasure was torn from both throats in concert and Harry could 
no longer resist the urge to move, to thrust, to lose himself in the 
heat and the tightness that was Tom, and to bury himself so deep that 
he didn't know where one of them ended and the other began. 

Every thrust, every movement was met by Tom grinding his hips back 
into Harry's as far as he could, as he watched the sweat beading 
Harry's forehead with wild passion-darkened eyes. Sweat was also 
starting to trickle down Harry's chest, before disappearing 
behind the corset as he thrust with wild abandon, head thrown 
back and gasping Tom's name with every breath he could spare. 

Harry had asked him to watch, and watch Tom did, drinking in every 
sight and sound of his beautiful lover's pleasure, giving himself 
up to the joy of being filled by his Harry. Harry's eyes locked 
onto his with almost palpable force and he slammed into Tom one 
last time.

"Tom!!!" The sensation of fullness as Harry exploded within him 
was almost enough to send him over the edge too, but he clung on 
to reality desperately as Harry collapsed against him, barely 
conscious. After a moment it struck Tom that you really couldn't
snuggle up to someone wearing a corset as it was about as yielding 
as the bulkhead. He kissed the dark sweat-dampened hair, then 
brushed it out of the way so he could reach Harry's skin, and kissed 
that for good measure too. It also provoked a response.

"Mmmm?"

"How the hell do I get you out of this? You're about as cuddly as 
a borg cube, and I said I'd hold you..."

"Aah..." Harry raised his head, blearily smiling up at Tom, and 
eased himself into a sitting position. He took a couple of breaths 
to ground himself "It unclips down the front, but you'll have to 
loosen the laces first." He scooted round to present his back to 
Tom. Tom stared at the laces, unable to see any obvious knots.

"Where the hell do I start?" 

"Somewhere in the middle. B'Elanna said she'd tucked the knots out 
of the way but I have no idea how she did it." Tom ran his hands down 
the back of the corset, letting the sensitivity of his fingertips 
tell him if there were any unexplained lumps or bumps and trying 
to ignore the movements of Harry's body as he breathed. It didn't 
take long for him to reach his goal.

"Got it!" Hooking his fingers through the gap between the corset 
lacings Tom fished out a surprisingly large, but flattened mass 
of even more laces. Harry wriggled with some relief. and smiled 
over his shoulder at Tom

"I didn't realise how much those were itching me until you fished 
them out!" 

"All I need to do now is undo them." He picked at the knots for a 
moment. "This may take some time..." They sighed in unison. 
Happily for them both Tom got the hang of undoing corset laces fairly 
quickly and soon had all the knots undone which left him with about a 
foot of laces, in a loop, from both sides of the corset. Lifting each 
loop he muttered "Now what? I can't undo this!" Harry craned his neck 
round and suppressed the chuckle that Tom's expression provoked.

"You're not supposed to undo the loops, just loosen the laces 
enough so there's some give in the corset. All the way down." 
Tom diligently bent to his task. He was glad that the corset 
was no longer an every day item of clothing no matter how sexy 
it looked... He stopped when Harry started wriggling again. 
"Yeah, that should do it." Harry shifted to the edge of the bed, 
had the corset unclipped in about 10 seconds flat, let it drop 
and pushed down the stockings, all before Tom had a chance to move.

"Not fair! You got the easy bit." Tom shifted behind Harry. "But 
it sure looks as if it's been chafing a bit." He began to gently 
massage the reddened areas of Harry's skin and Harry leaned back 
into his touch.

"Just a bit. But you're making it feel a whole lot better now..." 
Tom dropped a feather-light kiss onto the nape of Harry's neck and 
smiled.

"If you lay down it would be better than better; especially if 
you've got some oil hidden somewhere..." Tom hadn't missed Harry's 
deliberate placement of the lube. A wicked grin flashed between 
them. 

"There's a bottle in the nightstand." Harry answered frankly, 
while lying himself down on his stomach, still grinning. Tom 
rummaged around for a moment, but found it quickly.

"Ta-Da!" He settled himself between Harry's legs, while warming 
the oil in his hands. The subtle aroma of sandalwood filled the 
room, overlaying the smell of sweat and sex. Tom set to, starting 
at waist level where the red marks were most pronounced. Harry 
lay with his head pillowed on his arms, enjoying Tom's skilful 
touch - it had been a long time since anyone had massaged *his* 
back.

Tom worked his way up from waist, to ribs, to shoulders and neck, 
until the golden skin under his hands was gleaming. Then he began 
to work his way back down again, though this time his touch was 
not the deep strokes of a therapeutic massage, but the lighter 
teasing caresses of arousal.

"You have such beautiful skin, Har. I could touch you all night. 
In fact I think I could eat you alive..." No more was said, as 
Tom bent his head to do just that. Soon the only marks on Harry's 
back were those that Tom had put there, licking and sucking his 
way down Harry's back. His hands still oily, he began to massage 
the cheeks of Harry's ass while Harry writhed beneath him, words 
muffled but his wishes clear as day. "Hungry, aren't you?" Tom 
commented, lovingly caressing the golden skin.

"For you, always. Now hurry up and fuck me. Please." Never one to 
turn down an invitation, Tom quickly made Harry more comfortable, 
raising him onto his knees. Harry's renewed erection waved 
enticingly as Tom reached for the lube under the pillow, and he 
touched it's tip in promise, causing Harry to shudder delightfully. 
He was rewarded with another shudder as his well-lubed fingers 
touched Harry's asshole, gently penetrating with first one, then 
another finger. Harry was tight around Tom's fingers, but in a 
good way, and relaxing all the time. Soon, Tom thought, he should 
be able to get deep enough to... Another finger, a little deeper, 
try to reach that particular spot...there! Harry nearly screamed.

"Yes. Oh God. Now You... Tom, please..." Tom withdrew his fingers 
and quickly lubed himself. Even if Harry hadn't been begging to be 
fucked he could not have held back any longer. The sight of Harry's 
long golden back with his ass in the air for *him* was possibly the 
most arousing sight that Tom had seen in his life. He slowly began 
to press into Harry, wanting to take his time, not wanting to hurt 
his beautiful lover, but Harry had other ideas and thrust himself 
back against Tom as hard as he could. At that point, they both lost 
it and what had started as gentle and leisurely, became hard 
and hot and frenzied, the only thing Tom could remember to do 
apart from bury himself in Harry's heaving ass was to reach around 
those surging hips and try to pump Harry in time with his own thrusts. 
Tom could feel the sweat running stinging into his eyes, down his back, 
but it was not enough to distract him from Harry's beautiful body as 
he thrust harder and deeper in response to the begging moans of the 
man beneath him. He felt Harry begin to shake around him, his ass 
tightening around Tom's cock and there was nowhere left to go except 
oblivion as Harry came in torrents over his hand, screaming his 
release and Tom followed joyously, emptying himself into Harry until 
there was nothing left. 

Soft, damp skin under his cheek; cool air sending goosebumps down 
his own spine; the heady scent of love... Tom's brain seemed to be 
having trouble with higher thought, but he slithered off Harry's 
back, and gently gathered him into his arms. Holding tightly to 
each other, their breathing slowly returned to something approaching 
normal. Harry snuggled in closer enjoying the feeling of skin on skin.

"Tom?" 

"Mmm?"

"Will you wear the corset next time?..." 


End.


NewMessage: