He Insisted-before Even Looking Under The Hood-that He "look Under MY Hood " As He Put It...

he insisted-before even looking under the hood-that he "look under MY hood " as he put it...

is it ok if I drop you off here, baby?

He always would whisper :" the early bird gets the worm," as he crawled into my bed each morning

Roughly holding my hands

You were always hard though.  Always ready, always wanting more.

I remember when this particular ritual, this game, started.

We were drunk and I told you I fantasized about being taken in my home by a stranger. About my long standing love of restraints, and force, and how I could make myself cum just from remembering how my neighbor would tie me and take me. So that became our kink, you indulging me, and I, you.

Oh. I just gushed a little.