Surrender
Giving in, who is really in control?...
Some would feel the ties too much The slap a form of torture, But with trust, Surrender is nothing like weakness, In fact a gift, The gasp, a form of rapture.She would wind the rope herself, Her wrists at the head of the bed, Her body supine, His palms upon her inner thighs, spreading her.And then his shaft, Thickly erect between the folds of her wetness, not inside her yet, but teasing her.Fuck! She bites her lip, Turns...