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.
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
This game.....this play.....submission is not new. Let's stop gatekeeping and redefining it and putting it into a tiny little box. It's not new and we've been enjoying the play for centuries. It's about love. It's supposed to be fun. It's supp
