Some days all My fantasies are rough.
I am not thinking of softly kissing you in the rain. I am thinking of pushing you face first into the wall and marking your back with My nails. I am thinking of snapping My fingers and watching you lick My boots. I am thinking about whispering to you about what a desperate little slut you are and watching you moan and double your efforts for Me. I am thinking of walking slow circles around you and watching every click of My heels climb up your spine. I am watching you in My mind and fanning the sadistic flames that lick up My dungeon walls.
I am not thinking of softly kissing you in the rain. I am thinking of pushing you face first into the wall and marking your back with My nails. I am thinking of snapping My fingers and watching you lick My boots. I am thinking about whispering to you about what a desperate little slut you are and watching you moan and double your efforts for Me. I am thinking of walking slow circles around you and watching every click of My heels climb up your spine. I am watching you in My mind and fanning the sadistic flames that lick up My dungeon walls.
Siren posted at 6:59 AM
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I sent you another email, but I know that aol does not like my email address, so you may not have gotten it. Just wanted to let you know I'd like to send some comfort your way.
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