fantasies i have.
-hands behind my back, folded over a bed, a hand pushing down on my back, getting fucked from behind
“you like it don’t you?”
“yes…” i breathed out slowly.
his hand on my back was hot, it made me feel small. i pushed back against that hand, feeling the force against it. his force and my force. his hand moved up my back and grabbed my hair – wrapping it around a few times. pulling.
-flogging someone that likes it
thwack…thwack…..thwack. each time the thin leather strips smacked against her thigh she jumped. ever so slightly. it was almost imperceptible.
but i could see her body begin to swell. the way her head tilts back and her back curves and the mound in her panties seems to grow a little brighter. a little warmer.
-the chain to my collar being pulled so tight that i can’t move
the thoughts going through my head do not even have words attached. it’s a wild mess of anger, satisfaction, fear, joy, and finally a zen-like high. there is nothing more for me to do. i can’t move. no use in thinking. my mind is cleared.
clearer than one of those crisp spring afternoons. clearer than i have ever felt before.
surrender.
no this is not me. but it is hot.
I don’t know you, you don’t know me, but it’s great that you’re posting again. Thank you, Kansas.
thank you so so much. it means a lot. and thanks to tim too, i know you are reading