A young woman, recently bereaved, struggles with her unrequited lust for a man she should not have.<br /><br /><br />Part one:&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="758848964" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/Sofi-s-Self-Bondage-758848964" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://a.deviantart.net/littags/g/n/o/jdlong.png?3"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Sofi&#039;s Self Bondage</strong><b>Okay so before you start reading... I've had complaints in the past that I've not put warnings at the start... So, without giving the plot away... The following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, gags, sex toys sensory deprivation and sexual relationships with big age differences. So if you don't like the sound of that stop now. Otherwise I hope you like the following.<br />There may be a sequel, though I'm not sure yet. Will probably depend on the feed back I get on this. Enjoy...</b><br />Sofi Turner shuddered into climax. A brief moment of ecstasy that washed over her and left her feeling&#8230; How did she feel? Unburdened? Free? Something like that. In fact now that she had taken the first step&#8230;<br />It had been a shitty month in a particularly shitty year. Sex had been the last thing she had thought of or even needed for quite some time. So rubbing one off, to a porn story on the net, seemed a sign</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>&nbsp; Part five:&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="761961481" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/Sofi-Sobs-761961481" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://a.deviantart.net/littags/g/n/o/jdlong.png?3"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Sofi Sobs</strong><b>This is the fifth part of a story and follows;<br />&nbsp;<br />No spoilers but part five follows in much the same theme so the following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, gags, sex toys, sensory deprivation and sexual relationships with big age differences</b><br />Mike watched Sofi crawl forwards and kiss Natasha&#8217;s feet. Natasha was looking amazing but, given the tongue lashing he&#8217;d just gotten, the lady had almost certainly worked hard on looking &#8216;just so&#8217; for this encounter.<br />The sight of Sofi on hands and knees, ass wrapped in gloss black rubber, with her cunt lips peeking out from below the hem, kissing the feet of a powerful dominatrix&#8230; well it made Natasha&#8217;s scold almost worth while.<br />As he watched Natasha work; leading her on her knees, stripping the girl, securing her. He was reminded just how good she was at this. Sofi was so damn naive tho</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>