I love the expression on your face as I thrust into you.
There is nothing more beautiful than the markings on your stomach, or the bruises lining your chest. I love knowing that you’re mine.
I love seeing your neck, covered with hickeys, exposed for everyone to see. It lets them know that you’re mine.
It would be great to see you bound and tied up, just for me, like a pretty present of some sort.
I’ve never had a clean thought, at least not concerning you.
Bend over for me.. Yes, just like that… Good boy.
Find that special spot and touch it, again, again, again…
Oh, God, I want you. No, I don’t want you- I need you. Touch me, every inch of me. I’m begging you.
When you’re on my mind in more ways than one, I just can’t control myself. I want you more than I know how to express… and one day, you will be mine, and I will be all yours.
I want to taint you.