Tag: BDSM Poem

I love how you hurt me. Hear you count the strokes in my mind soft, precise, unfaltering. I love how you tease me, so easily winding me to a frenzy til I scream and shout bad words, disgruntled noises, your name. I love how you control me. Your hand in my hair, your grip on my throat the way you command me to get on my knees, to please, to suck your dick. But what I really love the most is the way you firmly grip my hand when the pain is more than I can stand. How you check
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