Scratching an Itch – Sexual Fantasy

my fantasies become erotic stories. Once they are written, I don’t think of them again, at least not in a sexual way.
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my fantasies become erotic stories. Once they are written, I don’t think of them again, at least not in a sexual way.

♪Should have forgotten what I felt for you by now, But I got a part, part of me that's permanently bound to you ♪

would like to remain in the headspace created in my dynamic...Mister K does not want to be the type of Dom that makes every decision for me

. As much as winter is a needed part of Canada's climate, I sure do miss warm sunny days. The feeling of the sun on my bare flesh,

Rub-a-dub-dub, a lady in the tub, breasts atop the waves. Her hands are bound, behind her crown, and there her arms will stay.

Instead of letting the arousal slam into me full force and not being able to control the orgasm I was sure I was going to have, I pretended to pass out and slid to the floor.

“Only 6 more days to go, Little girl. Then you can come.” I frown about this but don’t tell him that this has by far been my favourite form of punishment. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Once tied for his pleasure, a calmness set in,
I heard, “submit and surrender,”
Come from within.

never had a true anniversary date before we got married. We met sometime in January but didn’t see each other again for many months. After reacquainting, we did go on a few dates,

Of course this was before our adventure into BDSM, but he's certainly knows now that I'd like ropes, not roses.