14th Aug, 2017

Reminiscing #MasturbationMonday

There was a pride in my heart as I heard Sir recounting fondly how he hit me that one particular time and showed off photos of the marks that it made. I stood taller, smiled widely, felt satisfaction swirling with arousal.

I remember it too. The waiting, the wanting, the aching anticipation of what was to come.…

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