BDSM Dating in Niles

I daydream of placing my hands on a tight muscled chest as I ride.
Of being lifted while he slams into me from under me.
Of being carried into bed and dragged to the edge as he holds me up and slides inside.

I daydream of the moment not one, but two men sharing me. Each one of them smelling earthy and thick with the scent of their unique arousal. I want to taste them. Lick their sweat. Be their favorite toy to play with.

I want to be moved around like a ragdoll and my cervix bruised and my body marked.