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A friend read it and he thought it was talking about a kiss... what do you think? Prideful Touch A lover's intimate embrace, Warm, tight, silky, slick. Moans of ecstasy fall from parted lips. A prideful touch, Firm, strong, possessive, caring. A knowing look of love and lust. To give this gift to another, To be the reason behind this Mindless delight and glowing abandon. Flesh quivering beneath strong hands, Skin prickling beneath soft lips. The agony growing, pleasure building, The heat rising and exploding between us. He collapses, satisfied, sated. I did this. Me. My body. He is mine and I am his. As his warm embrace surr

Silence falls like a golden shroud over the simple room. A full size bed covered in creamy linens sits in the room's center beneath a sparkling chandelier, it's soaring canopy draped with white silk. She lies quietly, every nerve trembling, her voluptuous form scantily clad in similar white silk, her eyes covered so that she feels helpless. She knows she is not. There are no bindings upon her limbs, she is not gagged and she knows the bedroom door isn't locked. The man sitting at her side has her complete trust, not to mention adoration and devotion. He is what she has sought her whole life, the piece that completes her, the consummate master

bare feet thud against the ground as the girl runs, searching but not knowing for what..shadows flicker over the young trik, each dark entity's retreat splashing sunlight to glint from bouncing auburn waves..desperately, a voice cries to the wilderness but no answer reaches the naked lobes to soothe the frenzy in a lost mind..crystal waters splash as strong legs propel the girl along a small stream, confused eyes darting about.. she is lost.. no Master to care for, no love to hold dear, no feet at which to rest.. creamy silks soaked with salty sweat and sweet water cling to the volumptuous form as if struggling not to fly away as she rushes o

She sits perched on the edge of a gold leather couch, nervously twirling a lock of hair around her finger. Her gold and auburn tresses are pinned up in random bundles with delicate silver clips, tiny sparkling crystals winking from each one. Loose bits of hair are curled in fanciful ringlets like a little girl would enjoy. She glances down at herself and hopes her choices please him. He told her "We have spoken so often and in such detail that my likes and dislikes should be well engrained in your mind." With that, he'd left the decision on hair, makeup and clothing to her. She jumps up and runs to the dresser mirror for a last glance to ensu