He teases my clothes off me, laughingly undoing my bra, giggling as my breasts fall into his hands. But sooner or later, his eyes will find me, drill into the centre of me. His hand reaches out and unambiguously closes around my throat, constricting, squeezing, choking. I gasp - surprise, fear - yes, but undisguisable desire. My mouth drops open a little, lips wet with the previous kisses. My eyes open that bit wider - my heart hammering in my chest. I am pinned to the spot, by his hand, by his look. All I can do is gaze at him, knowing I can't resist, knowing that he now controls my every thought and action. All I can do is gaze, and silently beg him to fuck me. Now. Hard.
About Me
- Hair Monster
- Near London, United Kingdom
- Some people have an inner child. I have an inner hair monster.
2 comments:
he gets the message, trust me, he gets the message.
I'd forgotten I wrote this post. Now I'm feeling randy all over again, and I've spent all day brushing my fingers against bruises left on my neck last night....
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