giving herself to me in a teardrop

one of my favorite positions to see a girl in, is the teardrop.
that's where I have her bent forward at the waist with her ankles and wrists carefully secured together.
and then--voila--carefully hoist her up by those bonds so that she's suspended with her hands and feet in the air.

can you see it?
completely open, completely vulnerable.
she can't manipulate anything with her hands.
she can't go anywhere with her feet.
all her secret parts are open to my ministrations.

she's beautiful.

every girl who would allow herself into this position is the epitome of submission, trusting herself into my hands, giving herself over to my pleasure.
which of course, is her pleasure.
that usually involves long moments of edging... followed by delirious climaxes.

the teardrop position does usually produce teardrops.
tears of fear, tears of frustration, tears of relief.
tears of transcendental ecstasy.

schoolgirl innocence. nothing quite like it.

there's something appealing about a girl in uniform.
while women may fantasise about men in uniforms of power (military, police, etc.), I think that women in uniforms that emphasise service are oddly appealing.
I'm talking about nurses, maids... schoolgirls.

the last one isn't about service per se, but it's appealing nonetheless.
who could resist an innocent little girl waiting to be taught the ropes?
and ropes are something I'd gladly teach her about.
of course, I'm not talking about kiddies, but nubile high school types.
girls who are actually already women.
quite yummy, I must say.

school's almost in session.
want to apply for special classes with the professor?