Al**** Posted October 9 His eyes pierce through her insecurities like a warm knife into butter. She can literally feel his approval growing even though his face shows no sign of indulgence. It stirs the longing in her bones for his touch... And he knows it. He slowly begins to walk around her in a circle lIke a shark in the ***y waters of lust. She is his seal quietly pleading for a quick end. But, the predator will take his time. His feet do not drag so much as glide while he circles her. She does not move. Not an inch. She knows that he is testing her resolve. She must prove that his trust in her is eternal. So, she waits. After he has returned to face her, his foot quickly comes to the seat of the chair....hovering right above her molten temple. He smiles as he watches her breathing deepens. Even without his touch, her heat emanates like a madness. Please touch me, sir....she thinks about saying these words. She wants to scream at him. Take me. I am yours. Do with me what you will. But, she holds firm because she will follow his lead. She trusts him completely with her power. And there are many more moments of marvelous memories to make yet.
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