Good Night Gone Bad
Roxee was often called “Goth” or “Punk”. Mostly because kids at school are idiots. Which brought up her next issue, lack of adequate sex partners. Not that she couldn’t get fucked if she had wanted to but the boys and girls had no idea what to do with her. She had always loved being tied up, before she even realized that it could be applied to sex. And once she figured that out it was on. Or would have been had not everyone she had tried it with failed so pathetically. But that was about to change. She walked into her basement and flicked on the light. As she moved past a old mirror her mom kept down there she caught a reflection of herself and even she had to admit that it was pretty hot. Her 5’ 2’’ 105lbs. body was devoid of hair from her neck down and clad in black fishnet thigh highs with a matching garter belt and nothing else. To top off her look after she turned eighteen, which happened four months ago, Roxee had the local tattoo guy put small steel rings through each nipple and her clit hood. ...