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Struggling to put into words how badly I need to grab your hips and bury my hard swollen shaft deep inside you, feeling you shake while I breed you like I have been starving for it. I need the whining, the moaning, the begging, the way your body gets softer every time I tell you to take it.

I love reading about involuntary acts of submission because I relate to them.

Descriptions of subs who wake up soaking wet because their pussies remember what their Masters did to them the previous night.

Hearing his voice, a growl, and feeling yourself react before you can think. Leaning into him reflexively, spreading your legs. Rubbing against him, his skin. Seeking him before your brain has caught up.

Taking in his smell without realizing that your own little noise of arousal and contentment just released from your throat.

Humping and grinding against him in the absence of thought; when you’re sitting below him, when he’s holding you in bed, when you’re in an Uber and he grabs your leg, hard. Your body just knows.

Embracing this dynamic means giving each other permission to be animal and honest; to connect to instinct and all the things we feel before we’ve had a chance to intellectualize them, a subversive act in itself. We don’t have to worry about niceties or convention or the insanity outside the window, we can just be.

A bit of peace in an unpeaceful world.

#mine