Oui, svp. Plus, svp
Thank You so much for agreeing to let me see You this weekend. i quiver in anticipation of You using me for Your pleasures. i am Your blank canvas on which You work Your wicked plans. i tremble at the thought of hot wax raining on my flesh, Your hands and breath hot on my skin, setting me on fire. i imagine being tied up to Your wall with those lucious ropes, and You slowly walking about, deciding what to do to me next. As You look over Your table of evil devices, i catch my breath. Then You turn and look at me with a devious smile and i know that i am at Your mercy. i start to tingle over all as You walk toward me, not knowing what will come next. Only knowing that it will be delicious...