Bdsm Bench

Roxanne and Taren had just moved in together recently and were still trying to settle into their new place. On their first day of sharing the apartment, they decided to celebrate by adding a little something extra to their bedroom – a BDSM bench.

The BDSM bench was an impressive piece of furniture, made of strong and sturdy mahogany, with a black leather covering and a strong, raised back that could support both Roxanne and Taren at the same time. With just a few adjustments, the bench could be repositioned to accommodate any number of sexual activities.

Roxanne and Taren took turns to undress, revealing their bodies and admiring each other for the first time as they did so. Roxanne was wearing a pair of black leather shorts and a red, lacy corset while Taren was wearing a pair of tight, white jeans and a black, sleeveless t-shirt.

Once they were both undressed, Roxanne positioned herself on the bench, laying down on her back. She felt a frisson of excitement as Taren straddled her and the leather of the bench creaked beneath her. Taren looked down at her with a smirk before leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was intense, passionate, and full of desire.

Their tongues danced around each other and soon their hands were exploring every inch of one another. Taren slipped his hands underneath the leather of the bench as he explored the curves of Roxanne’s body, feeling her heat radiating from beneath the material.

Roxanne returned the favor, slipping her hands underneath Taren’s shirt and running her fingertips over the muscles of his back. The sensation was electrifying and she could feel her desire for him growing even more.

Taren leaned down and began to kiss Roxanne’s neck, trailing a line of warm, wet kisses down to her nipples. He sucked and licked them gently before taking a step back and admiring the sight of her naked body. She looked even more beautiful in the dim light of the room, her curves accentuated by the leather of the bench.

He stepped back in and knelt in front of Roxanne. He pulled her forward so that her hips were pressing against his and slowly began to slide his hands down the sides of her body. His hands skimmed over her breasts, down the sides of her waist, and then lower still until he was leaning forward and exploring her most intimate of areas.

Roxanne gasped as she felt Taren’s tongue dance around her clitoris and his fingers inside her. She held onto the back of the bench for support, her body quivering with pleasure as Taren explored her body. He moved his tongue in a circular motion, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Taren moved back up and positioned himself between Roxanne’s legs. He thrust into her slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of him inside her. He then moved faster and faster, his thrusts growing harder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her.

Roxanne felt like she was about to burst with pleasure and soon Taren was following her into ecstasy. They both lay still for a moment, their bodies quivering with pleasure before they gathered their composure and continued to explore each other.

That night, the BDSM bench was no longer just a piece of furniture. It became a tool of pleasure and exploration, leading Roxanne and Taren on an unforgettable journey.