finding some things
totally familiar… Xnxx My fingers grasp it, and the scent of your
moisture is wafted toward my nostrils along with the product of the
vineyards. I feel your hands on my calf…holding me in place…inserting the hook
into the butter-soft leather again and again. This is worth a pause, a few extra
heartbeats in the pulse of the moment. Your hand covers mine, releasing my rigid grasp…the steel clamps dropping
softly to the carpet. I see your head begin to
move, side to side, my eyes riveted to you watching for the only plea for
release to which I can respond. I turn. For you have submitted completely. Are you wet?”
My lips move incoherently, but words fail me. “Excellent,” I declare, and he pours 2 glasses, replacing the cork in the
bottle as he goes. You stiffen,
for that area is still too tender to touch, but you moan as well, craving
more from me. It’s the only thing that will halt the
‘game’…not tears…not pleas…not the passionate screams that you utter
so freely when we’re together.”
You lean closer, and mutter a word…a single word into my ear, your voice
heavy with purpose.
