Talachan
Frisky Submissive
- Joined
- Nov 9, 2009
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My lips curve into a smile that my eyes do not match, a hunger to my expression. Though your nervousness makes me look away, calming my hunger again. Looking back to you after a moment, I move and kiss you sweetly, drawing you to rest upon your back and continuing the kiss, fingers stroking your throat and cheeks. Pulling back after a few moments, I stay straddling you, long hair falling as a curtain around the both of us, keeping it a small secret nearly against the world.
"I am different, my Beloved... I do not wish to scare you away... And I cannot have your promise to not run after I tell you, forgive me..."
A small whisper, my hands shoot up surprisingly quickly, your wrists are bound at your head, handcuffs holding them against a rail of the elegant headboard.
"I cannot have you running, you are too precious to me..."
"I am different, my Beloved... I do not wish to scare you away... And I cannot have your promise to not run after I tell you, forgive me..."
A small whisper, my hands shoot up surprisingly quickly, your wrists are bound at your head, handcuffs holding them against a rail of the elegant headboard.
"I cannot have you running, you are too precious to me..."