Oh so still I am, my breath held deep while I watch you. My fingers tingle, the ropes holding my arms above my head, the ache of being in your favorite position making my body tremble.
I see you reach for the silver rose, the metal one with the sharp thorns that never dull, and my insides clench. Anticipation mixes with arousal and hot lava flows through my veins, leaking onto my thighs.
When you turn to me, there’s a small smile on your lips. Our gazes lock, and I see the promise of pain in your hands and pleasure in your eyes.
“Please,” I whisper.
That’s quite beautiful, Sasha. The pic look a little painful, tho… :blush:
One person’s pain, is another’s pleasure. 😉
I’m agreeing with Jaq, I think.
The prose is exquisite, and I’m all for a little pinching here & there–but BIG ouch on the spike in the photo! :confused:
I actually agree with you ladies. Not my thing. However, The novella I’m working no right now has all sorts. 😎
Oh to have a bum that size and shape. Sigh. 😛
Such cute buns. Pains me to see them suffer so. But I’d be happy to kiss her booboo and make it all better :hehe: