I started writing something.Who could’ve known there was a passion within me,
Who could’ve seen the fire within
While there were only frost covered coals shielding my eyes? Xxnx As he pulled away from me, I felt myself instinctually chase after him. “Yes, Master,” I answered him. I felt so small and innocent and childish around this man though I knew that, for my age, I was very mature. He hit me again, this time harder than the first. Until you are in your bed, I want you to keep that on. Well not necessarily silence but moments where all I could hear was his flesh slapping against my own in repeated motions. His eyes quickly wandered to my breasts and a smile crossed his lips, “Welcome, dear.”
I felt my cheeks warm, shooting my gaze down to my breasts and just then realizing that I had made
