It’s the house on the block no one talked about be many were drawn too. A glass monolith. The most expensive house on the street. When the wind blew the smell was the first thing that got you. The smell of yearning, of want, of lust. The smells of sex.
When the wind didn’t blow you could hear it. Sometimes a gentle wet rubbing, sometimes loud animal moans.
Of course, the glass windows provided little security from prying eyes and looking at the house you could see right through. Well appointed, dark leather, marble surfaces and naked bodies. Lying on the couches, lounging by the pool but each rubbing. Hard cocks and wet pussies glistening and twitching.
In other rooms people fucked. Hard, rough sex. Not the sex you have when you’re in love the sex you have when all you can think about is release.
Each person wore a wristband. Different colors represented different kinks, different things they were allowed, or not allowed to do.
This is my ideal house. A free use edging mansion. A place where you’re safe and encouraged to explore every kink, to release yourself from thinking and just enjoy the pleasure of your body.
Would you come alone? Bring a partner? Or a friend? What wrist band would you wear?
Kinks (it’s a long list but I’ll keep it short): freeuse, edging, bimbos, lingerie, latex, cum, squirting, intense orgasms
Limits: incest, poop.
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