nuances
Added 2019-08-31 15:35:20 +0000 UTC“Tell me the mean things you like,” she said as she gently kissed my collar bone after making me cum for the third time. She’s not mean. She’s so good. She’s tender and careful and eager to please.
I hid my face, ashamed of my masochism. “I don’t want to say them.” She said she wouldn’t judge, she said “What’s your favourite mean thing?” She said “Just tell me one?”
I didn’t want to tell her, I didn’t want her to think she had to do anything differently. I felt so exposed, so under her microscope. She just wanted to make me feel good. She just wanted to worship me in all the ways I enjoy.
“What do you like?” she asks, her eyes are my favourite colour of green, that silvery sage colour, it matches the streak in my hair.
“I like you,” I reply, parting my thighs so she can get closer.
