newlifeahead: When his strong hands grip me, reminding me of my status as his property, my knees get
newlifeahead: When his strong hands grip me, reminding me of my status as his property, my knees get week, and my nectar flows from my center coating my thighs in an invitation to be of use to him. But when he says “Mine.” in his deep husky voice, my hips raise of their own accord showing Sir the holes I desperately need to have him fill in the way he chooses. The hunger so strong I know I will do anything for him. I am helpless and controlled by his will. And I pray it will always be that way. (tn) -- source link