There is no question that I am the center of his erotic world. I make sure this is part of our normal. I love having him like this, inside me, burning for release. Burning for me.
There is something about him that makes me feel awfully wicked. He makes me want to do shockingly dirty things. Maybe it's because he's so proper. Sometimes when I look at him, I want to tear off all his clothes and fuck him where he stands.
I think I am incapable of being casual. I am meant to be adored. To be romanced. To be worshiped and craved. I'm told that the fire burns hot within me and I must be careful to whom I give my attention because the impression I make can often be impri
