One snap of my collar locking around your throat and you’re trapped there forever. Every touch sets you on fire, every word I say sinks straight into your empty head. Everything feels electric when you’re my good little puppy. You’re already aching for it… aren’t you?
a slow, long make-out session. we lose track of time, of any thoughts, of reality itself. my hands in your hair, your touch on my waist, our bodies melting together. the feeling of skin on skin, the tingling sensation of goosebumps caused by touch. soft moans and quiet desire.