art-of-domination: “Babe, I’m leaving.”She was on her way out the door when he walked by her, his ha
art-of-domination: “Babe, I’m leaving.”She was on her way out the door when he walked by her, his hand brushing against her hip, the slightest touch of his fingers grazing against the fabric of her dress. He gave her a fleeting glance, his eyes locking on hers, for the briefest of moments. “Tonight.”, he said, turning his head, continuing his walk. Not saying another word or even looking back. She stood there, watching him walk away, knowing exactly what he meant, the delicate pulsing between her thighs slowly becoming more pronounced. Her mind momentarily became consumed with thoughts of what would happen when she came home, knowing that whatever she came up with, he would likely have something completely different in store for her. She smiled as she returned to reality, her senses heightened ever so slightly, her mind more on edge, slightly distracted as she wondered what awaited her when she came home to him later that evening. -- source link