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I fucking love crazy men.
I want someone who’ll call me a good girl but fuck me like a bad one.
A man who’ll hold me when I cry tears but will make me cry tears of pleasure.
I want an oxymoron kind of love.
Hold me in deep heavy devotion and touch my body like you have none.
Call me a dirty whore and still treat me like a princess.
I just want a man that fucks me good. Makes me forget my stress and problems of the day. Fuck me like my body calls for you and you have no choice but to answer.
Tied Up
He wrapped me slowly in binds, making sure I felt everything caress of the smooth fabric against my skin.
The color of sin subtly painted my cheeks and spread its way across my collarbone. I breathed in anticipation as I felt myself get lost in his domineering control.
He was always rough with me, but not enough to break me, but judging by the look in his eyes I was concerned about whether I would survive this time without being broken.
His whispered floated from ear to ear, raising goosebumps along every bit of exposed skin, while also setting off migration of butterflies on my stomach.
“My love, this may hurt for just a bit, but the pleasure will be immeasurable.” That was the last thing I heard before being hoisted by, blood rushing into my head. I could hardly make left from right but the thrill was simply exquisite.
The binds dug into my skin but only to the point where the plain melted with the pleasure. A slight gasp followed my breath as I squirmed attempting to get accustomed to where the binds pressed. The more I tugged was the tight they got.
“ Squirm more doll, you’ll only make them tighter.”
I want to be defiant but I can’t given I asked him for this and besides what’s prettier than him treating me like a gift and wrapping me in all these pretty little bows. However I am quite a little brat, so I do the only logical thing, I move around even more and by this point the material is biting into my flesh. A small chuckle escapes his lips
“That’s it doll, keep on defying me. I love it when you do that after all it’s the only way I can pin you down and really put you in your place.”
A cheeky grin is displayed on his face as he sit leaving me suspended and adjusts his legs for a full man spread. I gulp with much difficulty die to the dryness of my throat because I know exactly what he’ll do to me but I love it.
