Erotic fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne
I like to think of my cock as a heat-seeking missile as I lock on to a target of a moist, inviting vagina or somewhere even tighter. Ready to explode but holding back, for our mutual pleasure.
I guess the cane is somewhat similar. It seeks out a warm bottom to hit and set alight. Of course, it can attack the same target time after time. It needn’t be limited to the traditional six of the best, either. For a true caning enthusiast, there is joy in repetition. A sustained campaign of pain will bring special rewards. Both participants can enjoy this, and swap roles if desired. When punishment is due, a female playmate may wish to acquire a strap-on missile of her own to launch deep-penetrating revenge attacks of a specialised nature.
I’d like to write more, but just now my presence is required at the rocket range in our bedroom. Happy war games, everyone!
Posted by Rod Cayenne, © 2012