Day 8: Submission

He put his finger to my lips as he pushed me against the wall. I could feel him through the fabric of my skirt.

He kissed me, urgently. I moved to unbutton his shirt, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind me. He kissed me again, this time teasing me lightly with the tip of his tongue. I struggled, but he held me firmly, this time flicking gently against my erect nipples as he pressed himself against me.

You are mine, he rasped into my ear.

And I cried, as I surrendered to his power.



Blogger Mr Sanguine said...
Yes, wrist restraining can be highly arousing and may lead to an embrace. Happiness ensues, bountifully.
07 February, 2006 09:57  

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