Why do you think it is that, since I met you, the only thoughts that get me off are those of sexually humiliating you? Nothing too brutal, but exposing. Bare, unraveled and unshielded from me.
Before you, it was affectionate and tender love-making that moved me. It doesn't do it for me anymore. Doesn't say anything to me now. I need to see you tamed, ashamed, helpless and submissed. Dominated, humiliated. I have this need to subdue you, to slightly abuse you.
And I'm so sorry. But, no, I'm not going back.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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Reitero, mu coxina.
Pero....ficticio, no?
Besitos
No son "hechos", son deseos/pensamientos, no? Eso nunca se sabe.
Besitos? Vale, besitos
Besazos con lengua-
Asi, mejor?
Besitos valían. Pero vale tb.
;)
Entonces, disculpa.
Pensé que lo decías con ironia.
Cómo....sólo besitos?
Perdona
Borrálo, si quieres.
Nada, se queda como está. Jejeje.
El mío lo recuerdas? No?
Besazos
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