The morning after
Author: Greg's little one
Filed in: submission, memories, awake, morningarms around me
warmth,comfort
Contentment.
Inhaling deeply
lips turning slowly upward
Safety
His hand tight in my hair
My lips forced up to his
Control
His hand on my throat
His tongue finding mine
Tightness
Nipples hard, chills.
"Who do you belong to little girl?"
His breath
Whispering
Gasping
"You, only You."
Submission....
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