You can break my body. You can tear me to shreds. You can put your mark on me to show me what is inside of you. But please, let me be your good girl. Don't break my heart.
Tag: Kink
The Walk
Walking in is all excitement and nerves. Throbbing with anticipation. Heart pounding. Mind a complete mess of possibilities. Walking out the mind is calm in a complete haze. It's my body that is a mess. Drool and other things all over my face and thighs. Sticky things leaking from my body. Patches of wetness on… Continue reading The Walk
Fear Play
Hit me. I am not scared. Use your hands on me. Pull any toy from your bag. Mark my skin with your strength and your physical brutality. But there is one thing I fear. Marking my heart. Leaving a mess of my insides. Getting me to want you because I am scared you will take… Continue reading Fear Play
Marks
Long-distance relationships can be hard. That is never more apparent than when Daddy tells me to put marks on his property. I am not as strong as Daddy first of all and the angles are all different. But it can be frustrating mentally when I want his hands on me. I want to see his… Continue reading Marks
Not So Kinky Thoughts
Sometimes when we talk about the intimate moments we want together, my mind wonders to the love and intimacy and closeness instead of the more kinky thoughts I sometimes have. The act of kissing can take my mind on a whirlwind of feelings. I imagine the closeness and connection that kissing him would bring. I… Continue reading Not So Kinky Thoughts
Lisa Gray 