Black As My Soul: Touch Yourself 03

August 15, 2004

I draw my other hand away.

Only my fist holds your hair tightly.

You are sweetly exposed to me. You are mine.

I want to see you wet, my love.

I want to hear you come.

I pull sharply back on your hair.

I said touch yourself.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (August 15, 2004 1:32 AM) by writing evil. [+]