On a lazy Sunday morning, I text Master asking permission to cum. I’d been away at a business conference that went through Saturday, and I stayed an extra night at the...
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On a lazy Sunday morning, I text Master asking permission to cum. I’d been away at a business conference that went through Saturday, and I stayed an extra night at the...
An e-mail I sent to Master sharing more of what was going on inside my head during sex recently… So, I’ve been thinking about how to articulate the experience of...
He didn’t leave bite marks, but my flesh is sore. I turn my head, and I feel the zing of pain – an aftershock less painful but just as pleasant as the initial...