My hands wind through his hair in the 5th hour of oral sex, as he works diligently to push me over an edge that seems forever higher as the cocaine…
He withdrew his fingers and stared at the blood smeared on them, his lips pursed in a slight frown.
I lay in bed naked with my legs in the air in the air, counting the bruises that lick up my calves and thighs. Mystery bruises, I…
Miss. Mistress. Ma’am. Goddess. Your Highness. My Queen.
Kneeling on my floor he stares at the carpet. I put my foot on his half erect cock and ask “What is this?”
