Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Golden showers

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.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Reitero, mu coxina.
Pero....ficticio, no?

Besitos

Alba said...

No son "hechos", son deseos/pensamientos, no? Eso nunca se sabe.

Besitos? Vale, besitos

Anonymous said...

Besazos con lengua-

Asi, mejor?

Alba said...

Besitos valían. Pero vale tb.
;)

Anonymous said...

Entonces, disculpa.
Pensé que lo decías con ironia.
Cómo....sólo besitos?
Perdona
Borrálo, si quieres.

Alba said...

Nada, se queda como está. Jejeje.
El mío lo recuerdas? No?
Besazos