Today...I'm craving her. Ass up...face down...hands tied at the wrist behind her. Hair a little bit frayed. There's a thin sheen of sweat on her body. Probably from the nervous apprehension. She knows what is coming and she is getting impatient.

Um...sorry. I mean "doggy".


handcuffs or silk rope?

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.