The feminine urge to absolutely fuck him into oblivion. To pull his hair, push his head face down into the mattress, pound his ass and cover it with handprints. I need him to be moaning, sighing and bucking like a starved animal. Then to cuddle. Is tha
I've been a bit too soft on you my love. I've let some things slide and that is all on me. Tonight we revisit it all. All of it. I'm in he mood to defile you. Inspect you. Touch you in a dirty, disrespectful way. I am going to grope you, finger you, j
That moment when his hands are tied behind his back and you're jerking him off, toying with him and admiring how handsome he looks, and you lean closer to him and pretend you're going to kiss him but doesn't only to hear him sigh.
Intimacy is not just physical. To crave a persons presence and energy rather than just their body is the purest form of intimacy. Play like the universe relies on it.
Some people don’t know what to do with a good man, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then overthink it, over analyze it, over manage them. But oh my....if they figure it out.
