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Creative erotic domination by a man who writes (and lives) erotica professionally. There are no gimmicks, no tricks, no strings, and the committments are only to be pleasured and to permit pleasure.
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It's no use pretending. You've fought it before. The strength in surrender is still outside your door. You're slowly getting wiser and your knees they seek the floor, but you try so hard and harder; those dreams you can't ignore. You prize your gifts so highly but they're nothing unless given and you really want to yield them and you keep on being driven.
Waiting for perfection is just a waste of time, better to surrender to somethng less divine. There's no shame in darkness, bring your treasures from the mine. Isn't it far better to simply make the sign..of your surrender. |
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Moonlight through the windows on your skin, so sharply contrasting with the black leather you wear to please. The desire in your eyes is a rebellious hunger, yet the supplication in your pose suggests that you want to be taken, to that desire's conclusion and beyond.
Foreplay is a dance, choreographed in touchs, licks, kisses, whispers, and the straining against all restraints. And ever the question is asked and answered - What is permitted?
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You love the sensations of leather and metal: their tight feel of restraint, the heady scent of fresh leather and the slightly tangy scent of chain or D-ring, or even the occasional soft bite of velvet rope. The thoughts of trustworthy surrender and yielding to another's passion and desires excites you beyond measure. You want to be shown that your body, mind, your very being are for your DOM's pleasure and your own. Even the voice of command thrills you when you know you will always eventually be permitted that delicious orgasm at the end. Isn't that so? |
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Age: 21 |
Davao city,
Philippines |
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