No. Not yet. [ The most he offers is a lingering kiss on your cheekbone, nose pressed against your skin and forehead to your temple as he does that.
He also stops touching you when your fingers get close enough to touch his palm, his own fingers snagging your wrist with a firmness that bites -- just a little -- showing you how there will be no negotiations tonight.
You want him to take you the way he wants to. You want him in control and your body as his plaything, if only for tonight in this room. ]
We do this on my terms.
[ Just that. No hard ultimatums from his own two lips. No promises that he'll not do this or that if you protest.
Your imagination, your mind, tends to run away from you when need and desire come into play. For once, he is happy to exploit the unknowns, leave you to drive yourself crazy with the possibilities. ]
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He also stops touching you when your fingers get close enough to touch his palm, his own fingers snagging your wrist with a firmness that bites -- just a little -- showing you how there will be no negotiations tonight.
You want him to take you the way he wants to. You want him in control and your body as his plaything, if only for tonight in this room. ]
We do this on my terms.
[ Just that. No hard ultimatums from his own two lips. No promises that he'll not do this or that if you protest.
Your imagination, your mind, tends to run away from you when need and desire come into play. For once, he is happy to exploit the unknowns, leave you to drive yourself crazy with the possibilities. ]