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Crotch ropes can be fun. Not only for the viewer but for the victim as well.

I really like a pair of well fitting jeans on a girl. There have been an infinite amount of times I have thought to myself, damn, I wish the jeans she had on came equipped with a hole for fucking. Because at the end of the day, it is a turn on to see her body, her ass, the way the fabric shapes and holds her cheeks -encased in a pair of well fitting jeans. There’s just a down home sexiness to a pair of jeans that is on every body’s level.

Let’s face it, most of what we do in BDSM is simply foreplay, mind fucking for the eventual, relentless, real fucking that will come. Part of that fun is placing a crotch rope on her while she is still fully dressed; dressed in those low riders, with the tightest crotch rope I can place onto her. And of course, because she likes bondage so much this just turns her on.

There is something about having a woman dressed…keeping her clothes on, that leaves something for the mind to work upon. It is the way those clothes fit her, accentuate her body, embellish reveal it in a way that resonates. That makes the mind drift into what the possibilities will be. In short, it makes the cock hard and the pussy wet.

Now if I could just figure out how to fuck her while she wears the crotch rope over the jeans. It really is a frustrating dilemma.

Oh, and a wide leather belt, wrapped tightly around the neck and buckled in for the long term is also allot fun.

I love bondage. It really is the preferred way of fucking.

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