I am addicted to seeing that moment
in a woman’s eyes when she commits; to being naked in front of you, revealing herself, spreading her legs, to wanting, to knowing that you will be inside her…
she bit me...
and it was the moment that i stopped being careful, and wallowed exuberantly in the joy of pushing, spreading, pulling hair, biting, scratching, penetrating…
...i position you on all fours
your knees spread, everything spread, delighted at the degree to which you are agape, each feminine characteristic - downward arched back, long hair spilling, narrow waist, splayed hips, puckered anus, tufts of hair, wet, pink flesh - seemingly exaggerated in this pose. that delicious moment when tightness is first felt, when each nerve for the first time comes into contact with that lubricious...
the sequence of events felt entirely natural
as she fell backwards, laughing, onto the bed, and I followed her, my left leg between hers, my right hand clasping both of hers above her head
there are identifiable moments
which define relationships. In this case, the defining moment was when that white canvas presented too tempting a target, and i left the red imprint of my hand on its zaftig expanse, and you merely looked back and smiled at me.
with my fingers entwined tautly in her hair
she became a marionette, as she kissed my torso, and her mouth was coerced to caress my cock
applying aloe afterward
to all the hidden places, is almost the most enjoyable part of spanking