The thrusting slowed down, but Kira’s mind continued to race.She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t move. Darren had taken care of all that. But she could still think. That hadn’t been taken away from her.Not yet, anyways.Another thrust and, this time, Kira couldn’t hold it in any longer. Moaning, she pushed against the
The Club
My wife and I were loving our BDSM play. My inner Dominant and her inner submissive were finally happy. The scenes had developed over time and the intimacy grew between us, bonding us more tightly together. We were more “one flesh” than ever before.The dynamic had completed a part of our marriage we didn’t know