Long, elegant fingers surround my throat. A melting caress, that grows tighter, gradually, sinuously.
He knows exactly how hard to press, just shy or the line that separates discomfort from panic. When he arrives, and knows he has the attention of every cell in my body.. he leans in. His humid breathe against the delicate shell of my ear sends a minute ripple of want through me. A moment later his low murmur washes over my consciousness, my body shuddering, fighting the battle between obedience and instinct. He senses the war waging, feels the give and take between us. He knows he wields power and desire like a baton, and my mind, body, and soul are an orchestra belonging to him alone. He creates a beautiful and chaotic whirlwind before guiding our notes into a tender finale. He understands the look in my eyes for the plea it is, sets his baton down, and meets my soul in the pit.
6-14-21
17:30
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Oof! You’re perfect…