Sunday, February 19, 2012


'Place your hands on the table,

Palms down,

feet flat on the floor,

Back straight.'

His words, she'd heard them so often that they resonated now in her minds eye, part of a natural order.

They sent a thrill to her core, through her spine.

In moments alone, just like this she sat.



Anticipating his touch.

To trace her breast,

her neck.

To brush her cheek.

To penetrate her cunt, slick and hot.

artist unknown

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