How sweet, he says.
But no…
I am claws and teeth and sharp, aching need
Howls and snarls
Desire, made manifest.
Wet and panting and wanting, wanting, wanting.
No sweet kitten
No purring pet.
Panties in the corner
Legs spread wide
Fingers deep in my wet, wet cunt.
His words on the screen
a voice in my head
A growl
A demand
Teeth sharp against a bared throat.
A whispered word
A gentling hand
Breath caught and held
Command given and taken.
Guided back to quiesence once more.
I can so relate to this.
I love you are joining in with EDDIJ
Molly