Gone was my timid girl. In her place was a sexual beast ravenous, lioness. The meek, mild and frigid woman who had sat before me a few short weeks ago disappeared.
She was so strong at times, the only way to Master her was to wrap your hand around her blonde mane – which flew like a flag as she hunted – and ride her from behind, fucking her hard and deep, yanking her head back with every thrust, listening to her lion roar
The key to her soul I proudly wore around my neck, for she was mine, alone.
