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Submission
***TW*** The people in this story are both of age, consenting adults. Very graphic descriptions. "Fowl" language. 18+ only.
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You smell like gasoline and cedar. A musky seductual scent, even your sweat smells sweet to me.
The way your body feels pressed against mine, like you belong there. As you shift down slowly.. my hands running through your hair, letting them linger down to your shoulders. Your skin feels electric, static on my fingertips.
Feeling your beard tickle my inner thigh, while your hands grip my hips, my heart starts pounding and a wave of heat washes over me.
"No" you say assertively, "not yet".
You get off the bed and pause for a moment, your eyes sparkling in the dim light of our bedroom.
"lay on your stomach"
I do so, eagerly anticipating my next order....
Your voice lowers to a calm, quiet, yet dominant tone.
"I am not going to spank you, I am not going to hurt you. I am going to touch you, so very lightly, with this paddle, I am going to trace your body and tease you. Sooo lightly that the paddle itself will barley touch you,...
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You smell like gasoline and cedar. A musky seductual scent, even your sweat smells sweet to me.
The way your body feels pressed against mine, like you belong there. As you shift down slowly.. my hands running through your hair, letting them linger down to your shoulders. Your skin feels electric, static on my fingertips.
Feeling your beard tickle my inner thigh, while your hands grip my hips, my heart starts pounding and a wave of heat washes over me.
"No" you say assertively, "not yet".
You get off the bed and pause for a moment, your eyes sparkling in the dim light of our bedroom.
"lay on your stomach"
I do so, eagerly anticipating my next order....
Your voice lowers to a calm, quiet, yet dominant tone.
"I am not going to spank you, I am not going to hurt you. I am going to touch you, so very lightly, with this paddle, I am going to trace your body and tease you. Sooo lightly that the paddle itself will barley touch you,...
