Possessive Stories

It goes deeper than the words exchanged that singe our senses,the ones that begin with a teaseand gradually sink into places no others own the coordinates to.Deeper than the sting I groan fromwhen your nails drag down my back,soothed by the tender kiss following the most visceral mark you can make.It's deeper proof that lust is by far the most persistent animal, a beast that can flare jealousy and wither the face of what...

I saw it in his eyes, the possessiveness he had over me once our eyes locked. I saw the determination in the way his eyes never once left mine, even after knowing that I saw him staring. He invoked submission from me in just the way he held himself, almost demanding I kneel before him and give him my devotion of love and acceptance. It was as though I had been caught in his spell. I wanted to not disappoint him in any way...