Wide-eyed, she looked up at me and said, “You know… back there, with your hand around my throat, I would have done anything you wanted from me.”
I reached out and cupped her cheek and smiled, “I know.”
And that is what it is all about.
Sadistic Poet
Wide-eyed, she looked up at me and said, “You know… back there, with your hand around my throat, I would have done anything you wanted from me.”
I reached out and cupped her cheek and smiled, “I know.”
And that is what it is all about.
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Knowing? Yes, absolutely. I’ve been on the giving side of that exchange.
A question occurs to me now. Is it enough to just *know*?
Every interaction has its own set of rules and its own set of natural paths to take. Sometimes, stopping just before your lips meet hers and just let her feel your hot breath on her lips is more powerful than the deepest kiss.
Yes, sometimes it is enough knowing that she would have done everything I would have asked of her. Other times it is my role to show her how much she indeed will give, above and beyond anything she thought she had it in her to give.