I hope all of you lovelies out there have had, or are still having, an incredibly enjoyable evening! I’d love to hear what you did! Xoxo
That’s it my dear…that’s it.
When he smears my lipstick just because he can. Without words, he demonstrates that I am his. That my plans and notions are off the table.
My body is now his. Any thoughts or worries about “looking pretty” while I please him will not please him at all. He wants me raw. He wants me real.
He wants me. And I am beautiful.
…And you are owned.