Being His

Under him Solid, dominant prowess Claiming my lips in fiery kisses I moan in to his mouth Feverish need takes over I clamber at his shirt He clambers at my skirt Possessive hands pining Over my wanting hips My aching breasts Exploring every inch No skin left untouched Moving his hand lower, lower… Pleasured cries …

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Bedtime With Sir

My cuffs cushion softly around my wrists Unchained, our heavenly sheets welcome me In serene sleepiness I feel you roll in your dreaming state Your muscular arm wraps around The softness of my belly Pulling me in to your torso With a satisfied hum The heavenly warmth Of your skin envelopes me As you nuzzle …

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