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
Flirting is a lost art. The longer I can keep the tease amplified, the more he's open, available and compliant. I'll start at dinner and it won't end till I've had all the fun I can have. By then, he's ready to do anything I want him to.
