Red Riding W

"Who hunted who?"

With wicked words written of red,Across the room defeated, sated men spread. her mere presence cums like a chill in dead of night,His chest feels like it's taken a deep vicious claw swipe,With a ravenous voracious red lioness's biteIt shoots...

Her surrender, the power sourceconnecting her to meacross time and spaceI glow in the light of her sweet wet lipsthat glisten like diamondsas her river of desire flows fast and freeas we willingly performs our actsof worship and adoration.Our bodies...

Who I Am

"I refuse to say whether this is fiction or not."

I am a sadist. The woman in front of me is there because she wants to surrender to me, at least for a time. We have spoken before this moment - negotiated limits and safe words and things of that...