I crave the space between words where your gaze lingers too long on my mouth, where my name sounds different when you whisper it like a confession. My universe exists in suspended moments: your hand hovering near my skin without permission, the way I bite my lip just to watch your jaw tighten. I live for these electric almosts the strap slipping from my shoulder under your fingertips, your lips chasing its path as my body arches in silent invitation.
I hunger for the exquisite: your belt tightening around my wrists, your praise turning to punishment when I please you, your mouth turning merciless when I don't. Fantasies? Sweet thing, I've played this game before. You between my thighs, teeth dragging down my zipper. Me grinding against your leg as your grip on my throat walks the line between pleasure and pain. The way you'd unravel me until I'm gasping truths I swore I'd never surrender.
Sometimes I like it when men lose control a little. But only in small ways.
What ignites me? A man who acts. Who pins my wrist behind me with effortless control, fingers tangled in my hair to expose my throat to your breath. I want your dominance like a edge kneeling to fasten my shoe only to yank me onto your lap after, your voice rough in my ear: "Eyes on me when you lose control.
P.S. The finest treasures aren't discovered they're seized. Now the question remains. will you claim what's offered, or merely watch with shaking hands?
Cuckolding, Findom, Humiliation, Jerk off Instruction, Legs, Nipple Play, Spanking, Stockings/Panty Hose, Teasing, Tickling
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Bad Cop/Good Cop, Boss / Secretary, Dirty Talk, Doctor / Nurse, Student/Teacher
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