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| What do I want?
I want to wrap a rope around your bare shoulders, pull you close and whisper in your ear
"your will be mine"
I want to draw the rope tighter around you, encircling you, ensnaring you, constraining and restraining you.
As I bind you, with the beauty of the knots, I want to caress you with my fingers, my nails drawn against your skin
As I pull the ropes tighter, immobilising you, I want to brush you with my lips, tease you with my teeth
As I pull the rope to contort you and expose you as I choose, I want to taste you with my tongue
And when I have you bound, prone and vulnerable, with your eyes wide and your breathing slow and heavy, I want to lean close to you and whisper in your ear
"your are mine..."
"… and this is only just the beginning…"
I want to contain the outer you within my rope… in order to release the inner you to me
What do I want?
… I want you to need this.
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