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many would take her place
This thread gets me
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.
Same.
I think I live here, now.
I can see how that might happen
Whats a girl to do?
I suppose you just have to give in
I make them work for me to surrender. But then I pay for being resistant.
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.
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.
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.

