Monday, 23 August 2010


Embarrassment is an interesting part of D/s play. I forgot how exquisite it was, until yesterday afternoon.

There is nothing more delicious than a lazy sunday spent in bed with a lover. Fondling, kissing, cuddling, and having sex.

It's the way I have my butt up in the air, his hands grabbing at both cheeks, spreading them, and looking at my eager wet cunt before fucking it that drives me wild. Making me feel so submissive, as if I was indeed nothing more to him than an eager fucktoy, a wet cunt, a whore.

And the grunting when he's about to cum, that pushes me over the edge each time.


Jean-Olivier Gagnon said...

Like those Sundays? Try a whole weekend!

Anonymous said...

where's the part about embarrassment?