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many would take her place

The 'her' is relative depending on the woman, for sure! These days I find myself desiring to be in the position of the clothed woman...with a gorgeous nude sub at my beck and call.
 
Oh, please bring me a soccer mom with dark needs I can feed on...or maybe a strong, sensual, executive woman who can teach me things.

ok, fine. I'm having an 'older woman' week.
 
This is my first visit to this thread...I did not know it existed. Quite exciting....subscribed!

Kim
 
Nothing makes a girl feel more like she is doing something above and beyond expectations during the struggle, through her tears, her fears and that sometimes lonesome anguish and crushing pain more than that warm moist breath softly whispered in her ear telling her she is a good girl. Ugh, tingles up and down my spine.

I am so very aware.
When just the right person says it...I'm helpless.
In the most wonderful of ways,
'No' just stops being a word.
 
By that time, words escaped her. Thoughts tangled. Sensations blended into a kalaidescope of ever changing pleasure and pain. Even had she known what to say, or how to feel, she couldn't form the thought or say the word. Her wrists and ankles seemed to cuff her very mind. She sensed her head being lifted and her now drenched hair being softly pulled to the side. Her eyes must have revealed her bare and dark soul. She sensed only that she was no where near her mortal limits when she heard an almost a cynical "continue" uttered by one of them. She instinctively tensed, a reflex she understood would only amplify what came next, anticipating her fate to continue.


fuck. Yes, please.
 
By that time, words escaped her. Thoughts tangled. Sensations blended into a kalaidescope of ever changing pleasure and pain. Even had she known what to say, or how to feel, she couldn't form the thought or say the word. Her wrists and ankles seemed to cuff her very mind. She sensed her head being lifted and her now drenched hair being softly pulled to the side. Her eyes must have revealed her bare and dark soul. She sensed only that she was no where near her mortal limits when she heard an almost a cynical "continue" uttered by one of them. She instinctively tensed, a reflex she understood would only amplify what came next, anticipating her fate to continue.

Sweetie, you should be a writer! :heart::kiss:
 
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