Held

I once took hold of you from behind. I kept your powerful thighs open with my own legs, slipped my fingers into your spread pussy, pulled and rolled and pinched your blood-swollen nipples, bit the nape of your neck just to the side, and like an expert cellist broke every string of your soul until you writhed in my arms, incoherent, thrashing about, an unleashed angelic slave to ecstasy.

I would most love to do that again. Wouldn’t you?