Her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold she’s a devil with an angel’s face I’ve been told
I think I’ll push my luck next time you’re around. When the opportunity arose I leant over and planted my lips right above her knee. Her pulling away this time was too slow to be filled with indignant rage again. A soft hand clutches a riding crop grip
Smell of latex rubber it drives me insane. She hasn’t said anything to me for that entire time, I feared I would be one of the rejected multitude that spent a night being abused and then turned away forever. It took some time but her anger abated and the crop slowed, then stilled. I would have wrapped my arms around her if they weren’t still tied behind me. She hasn’t said anything to me for that entire time, I feared I would be one of the rejected multitude that spent a night being abused and then turned away forever.
