Oh God. It is becoming too much. I don’t think. I don’t think I can… I don’t think I can stop.
I think of you.
When I think of your body, I think of it pressed against mine. Continue reading Meghan’s sexy story
To slap you, is to touch you. Scream for mercy. Beg for more. To bite you, is to kiss you. Tied and tethered, on the floor. To loath you, is to love you. Pretty princess. Dirty whore.