Far more than the words, the rules, or the various trappings of their tempestuous evenings… this was the essence of her submission. The conscious choice, the deferential act. Placing herself on her knees at his feet, reaching out for him, patiently

Far more than the words, the rules, or the various trappings of their tempestuous evenings… this was the essence of her submission. The conscious choice, the deferential act. Placing herself on her knees at his feet, reaching out for him, patiently

Why Would Anyone Want To Recover From This?

Some Days I Feel Like This. So Much Raw, Frenetic Energy And Turbulence Within Me That I Have To Push It Out Into The Distance. So When My Eyes Flash And My Chuckle Booms A Little Louder Than Normal, When The Lines Around My Eyes Seem Tense And Betray

Your Faces When You Have To Answer The Door Because Hotel Security Is About To Tell You To Keep It The Fuck Down In There.

She Was Grace And Joy And All The Fluid Forms Of Beauty, Art Trapped In A Body With Mortal Concerns But An Immortal Disposition; She Was All I Sought.

A Thought On Long Distance D/S

You’ve Earned That Proud Smile, Pet.

Deliciously Wicked Thoughts Can Make For The Best Good Girls.

Bring You Closer In Service To Me&Amp;Hellip;

The Promise Behind Her Eyes Ignited A Fire I Didn&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Try To Contain.

Aliascquinn

Your Canvas, Sir&Amp;Hellip;

“Yes Sir, Please” Is Always An Acceptable Response, Little Lady.

MoundofVenus MouthStretching