Slowly you whisper my name. Your breath hot against my chilled skin. My wicked mind racing with thoughts of sin. How naughty do I feel? How bad I have been?
Misbehaving, immoral, mischievous!!
Rope testing against my skin a reminder of my position in this place. How good it feels to belong.To be owned. To be controlled.
Waiting, wanting, desiring!!!
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