Fantasy Fingers

Hello Princess,

I have a scenario for you to enjoy…

We’ve met up in a hotel room for a time of play. You’re in a fantastic outfit for daddy- long stockings, gloves, a black thong. Your lips latch onto mine the moment I walk in the door. My eyes turn dark with lust and GREED. I’m going to have as much of you as I want. You just crave the feeling of being taken- I can taste it on your lips. Your neck might as well have a tattoo of my hand on it because you have become so familiar with the feeling. The feeling of being overtaken, muscled, tamed.

Why do we understand each other in our special way? I suspect it’s because I know you can never be tamed-truly tamed. And that resistance, that deep groaning flame that shoots from you when I am with you has changed me. It lets me know I am not alone in my burn. Colliding with you in every possible way and getting as deep inside you as you will allow is my ultimate joy as you know me today.