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Hi
I've enjoyed reading the posts in your blog, sexy and you are very perceptive.
When I was young both my parents worked and we had a lady who came in a few times a week and cleaned and did the laundry, and sometimes she cooked a meal and left it for us. She was sometimes still there when I got home from school. She was Jamaican, friendly, cheerful, funny. She would see me sneaking looks at her and she would wag her finger at me and smile.
Anyway one afternoon I didn't know she was in the house and I was in my room masturbating and by the time I heard her footstep outside it was too late, a moment later she opened the door and there I was sitting at my desk with no pants on and drawing dirty pictures - no porn in those days, or not in my life anyway, so I used to make my own.
I said I was masturbating when she walked in on me. I used to do that quite often when I got home after school, I would sit at my desk with my pants off, or in the nude in the summer when it was warm, and draw dirty pictures. I was always quite good at drawing and I had a whole portfolio from previous sessions. One of my favourite themes was of a person tied up with their clothes pulled half off, or completely off, and being subjected to something sexual. It might be me, it might be a girl. And sometimes it was N. I wasn't good enough to get a likeness but anyone with half a brain would have known who it was.
So this led to about as embarrassing a situation as can be imagined - when N walked in on me I had no pants on and I was obviously masturbating, and I had a drawing of a boy tied up in the nude and a man standing over him with his erection poking out of his pants. (My only sexual experiences at that point had been with an older boy, a bit of a bully who lived near us and had sort of buffaloed me into doing a few things for him after school one day. I loved it, blush, and went back for more.)
So anyway N looked at the picture, picked it up I mean, and commented how well drawn it was and then she asked if I liked that, being tied up. I was one of those boys who really blush and I'm sure you could have lit a cigarette off my cheeks. I couldn't say anything but she just smiled, a sort of "I'll take that as a 'yes'" smile, and picked up a folder that had my other pictures in it. SAo she opened it on the desk and leafed through them and almost immediately she came to one of her - that is to say, a black lady tied up. That is to say, tied to a chair and with a white man making her suck his cock. Did I mention this was embarrassing.
She sort of drank it in and asked the same question - if I liked that. I had lost the power of speech, I think almost anyone would have by that point. Silence.
But then she changed the whole mood - she said "I do". She smiled at me and just to make sure I got it she said "I like it".
Another silence, I was just staring at her, still wishing the floor would open but also struggling to assimilate what she was ssying. I mean, I understoof it, she was speaking english, but my brain just wouldn't process it. And then she said something like, "So which one shall we do first - you tie me up or I tie you up". I couldn't speak. And she could see this and after a few moments she said "Alright, I'll choose".
And that's how I came to be lying on my own bed with my hands tied behind my back and my ankles bound. And with N making me lick her cunt. I remember it as if it was yesterday, it opened up a whole new world.
Anyway, thanks for nice blog
Regards
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