It was what she wanted. It was what we wanted. There was no part of her, which did not make me want
It was what she wanted. It was what we wanted. There was no part of her, which did not make me want to fall to my knees in gratitude to the gods who caused our paths to cross. From her high arched feet, graceful well defined legs to her creamy white thighs,they are an unholy invitation by themselves. Add to that the sensuously curved hips, small waist and enormous seductive bosom. She was a living breathing reason to live. But it was her face which was most dangerous. While her body could tempt the most chaste, it is the smoldering look when her heart begs me to use her body and fulfill her deep seated needs for my cock That would undo most men.Then, there was her welcoming smile, earnest it’s promises that can melt the hardest of hearts. Her cheeks appeared to be carved by the great masters from alabaster to frame the eyes she bore, capable of piercing your heart and stealing your soul in a mere second. Her entirety a distraction, which needs to be adored. She possessed an unquenchable thirst for all things sexual. and that provocative need was embodied her every every breath, and every step. No matter how innocent, her face may appear, the submissive feral needs rise to the top. She surrendered by her own free will to be mine. To submit to me. Yet it scares me how often it is I who feel enslaved by her. It is important that I remain vigilant in her protection. While I act aloof, in truth, it is more to keep at bay, the wolves whom I would slay in an instant should the make any move to gain her attention or curry her with a favor. I am her Wolf. I am her Master. She is mine in every way. I know I am fortunate in so many ways in my life. I am most fortunate in her. Trish Nielson -- source link
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