fragments of fuck~

i love the way You
Oh– how rough Your hands and
So unyielding as they
Mmmmmm
please Sir and thank You
ouchhh nooooo no no
yes Master
pleaseee
may i?

This position. This one.
It takes my brain and scrambles the words into begging and pleading and needful lust.
i become unable to form complete sentences.
Thankfully He speaks my language.

Posted in: Him, bdsm, bondage, corsets, lust, masochistic, my journey, poetry »  by: kinkerbelle

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