I‘m yours; pull over and use me at your whim, Sir.

I‘m yours; pull over and use me at your whim, Sir.

I Know She’s Listening From The Bathroom, As I Take A New Playmate To Our Bed. She Wasn’t Feeling Like Going Out But Begged Me For A Quiet, Relaxing Night In, So That She Could Take A Nice Long Bath. She Whispered Delicious Entreaties For Me To

Love The Shoes, Whore.

You Touched A Place In My Soul I Didn’t Know Was Empty; You Made Me Redefine The Word “Home”.

This Was Never Something I Thought I’d Find, Until She Made Me Realize I Could Show Her All Of Me, And It Would Not Change Her Love…

That Last Checkup To Make Sure She’s Completely Ready For Going Out…

A Single Meandering Traipse Through The Sometimes Cluttered Maze Of My Mind; A Constant Presence, From The First Time You Entered. A Focal Point Amongst The Chaos.

Vulnerability But Also Quite A Bit Of Spirit In Those Eyes…

She May Be Restrained, But The Raw Guarded Anticipation You Can Feel Coming Off Of Her Speaks Volumes Through Her Silence. She Is Waiting To Be Tested.

I Love The Way She Puts Her Hand Down Of Her Own Volition. It Speaks Volumes.

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‘Mercy’ Is A Word Delightfully Absent From Our Interactions…

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