Smaller derrieres

they were carefully choreographed,
so you would only see ass;
and lit rules were upheld
though you could sense the meld
of old cock and young cunt - you're aghast?

*moustique*
I love it. I'm imagining the closeness and trust between her and the man spanking her. In a society that judges women for their sexuality, she can be who she is around him.

And he can make her into daddy's little kitten, and they both love that relationship.

It's no one's business and it is remarkably loving and intimate, just also spicy and erotic.
 
I love it. I'm imagining the closeness and trust between her and the man spanking her. In a society that judges women for their sexuality, she can be who she is around him.

And he can make her into daddy's little kitten, and they both love that relationship.

It's no one's business and it is remarkably loving and intimate, just also spicy and erotic.
I can only agree with your take,
Eroticism "don't" have to break
Morality's bounds,
With sex so fully ground
You wonder some actors don't ache...

*moustique*
 
I can only agree with your take,
Eroticism "don't" have to break
Morality's bounds,
With sex so fully ground
You wonder some actors don't ache...

*moustique*
No one's really being hurt. It's all consenting and there's nothing but a loving romantic relationship outside of the spanking.

I like being the one person she trusts enough to give her body to. The one person who shares in her private fantasies and most intimate desires.

I will never forget the lingering moments, from minutes to hours, of my lady love in a submissive pose, giving herself to me, trusting me to give her the sensations she craved. The subtle caresses and gentle touches between the erotic slaps, were such wonderful moments. I knew her skin was extra sensitive and aroused, and ever sensation heightened.

Such tender intimate moments, followed by such passionate lovemaking.

Those moments haunt me years and years later, and always have a place in my dreams.
 
they were carefully choreographed,
so you would only see ass;
and lit rules were upheld
though you could sense the meld
of old cock and young cunt - you're aghast?

*moustique*
aghast…. Not for a moment, my thoughts paint in everything that I imagine my lips against, my ears the sounds of flesh on flesh, the muffled soft moans , the release of welled up tears ….
My tears
 
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