As I first touch you and you quiver, I smile.
As I drape the deerskin over your shoulder and you rub your cheek on it, I smile.
As I see the first strike of the quirt leave its mark on you, I smile.
Feeling your body quivering...
Watching your cheek caressing the deerskin...
Feeling the energy go through my arm and into the quirt as it hits you...
I smile.
Holding you as I paddle your ass...
Hearing the snap of the mini-tail as it hits you...
Seeing the redness on your ass from the slapper...
I smile.
I am focused on you, on my movements, on the toys I use.
I enjoy every moment of hearing you moan and begging for more.
I thrill at your reactions and your being in your special place.
I smile.
Twisting and biting your nipples, you know I am smiling. |