selon-nous: My fucking favourite. Here there is no room to fight back. No room to think you are anything less than Alpha. With a squeeze of my neck you remind me that you are my god. That you are in control of my very life. With a pinch of my nipple you remind me that … Continue reading A Favourite.
just-sensual-details: Domestic. You know I hate the word. Which is why you find it so fun to command it of me. “Today while I’m at work sweetie, I want this entire place spotless. And I do mean spotless. I want food prepared, and I want you to wear absolutely nothing but your adorable little apron. … Continue reading Domestic.
Goosebumps. Chills. The tips of your fingers barely graze my skin. The whisper of a touch. The brush of a ghost. You know precisely what you’re doing. The devilish grin on your face telling me so. You’re driving me wild. You’re unravelling me. Piece by piece. Touch by gentle touch. You work your way up … Continue reading Your Touch.
He loves it when she begs to be on top. Begs to ride his magnificent, beautiful, heaven sent, angel crafted, rock hard, blood engorged member. His cock. His throbbing shaft. He is more than happy to oblige her. Is more than willing to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, as her beautiful body grinds … Continue reading On Top.
I open my mouth to scream but…the only sound that comes out is a croaked yelp. You can smell the fear. The air is saturated with it. You don’t let it bother you however. You know in the back of my head, somewhere deep, deep in my subconscious, I know that I’m safe. I know … Continue reading Hush. (2)
The night is black. Not your classic type of ebony though. No. Tonight is…different. A thick, dense kind of black. An ‘under the blankets’ suffocating kind of black. It has a tone. A feel. A vibe. An energy. I’m not a hippie but it’s true. It seems to swallow everything in its wake. All sounds. … Continue reading Hush. (1)
I have a confession. The kind that doesn’t need a church. Doesn’t need a priest. No. This is an admission to you Sir. Perhaps even an apology if you will. But before I delve into that head first, let me start off with…it’s your fault. It’s your own fucking fault. With your cursed/blessed fingers of … Continue reading Flawed.
the-romantic-dominant: I’m Gonna Make You Pay For ThatI love when you think you are ‘getting away with something’. It’s pretty adorable. Just teasing me. How has that worked out for you in the past? Grinding your gorgeous little clit on me when you know I want to feel the warmth of your insides. The wetness … Continue reading “I’m Gonna Make You Pay For That”
Tie me Sir. It’s when I’m most vulnerable. When I’ve been the closest to uttering that two syllable word we’ve agreed upon. And it is when I’m at my most vulnerable where the magic happens. When all choices have been handed off to You. When all trust has been placed into Your hands without hesitation. … Continue reading Tie Me.
“Heel.” My ears perk at the command. I trot over to you, sitting in your armchair, on all fours. You smile affectionately at your human-turned-puppy. It’s so easy. With just a snap of your fingers you can turn me into whatever form you want. And today, that form happens to be an obedient, docile, puppy. … Continue reading Forever His Pet.
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