I’m not usually a morning person, but this morning with the pale light pouring over my ski
I’m not usually a morning person, but this morning with the pale light pouring over my skin and Sir’s arms wrapped around me… I felt indulgent. The minute He started to run his fingers over my side, I was aware in this sleepy, innocent haze. I’m not always into rough. I like gentle, too. I appreciate the lack of inhibitions that I have when I’m sleepy. Normally I tell Sir “don’t bother me in the morning - I don’t do mornings”, but this morning I rubbed against him and asked him to touch me, to slide his fingers into my cunt, to tell me what a dirty whore I am. He likes to use the word “rut”, and I admit, I like it too. Looking back, my cheeks are red with embarrassment as I think about how uninhibited I was, how I begged when I hate to beg, how He whispered into my ear in his Master Voice words that I only vaguely remember through the sweet pleasure. When I was finished, He pulled me up against Him and mumbled in an amused tone, “You are such a greedy slut.” Yes I am. And feeling so, so indulgent. -- source link
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