We ascended the glass elevator to my hotel room, hand in hand, my pulse racing with excitement. Now it was my turn to set the mood, so I selected some sultry jazz tunes from my phone’s playlists. Moscow and I sat on the couch and discussed what was about to happen. • Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
Do you remember, Sir? That night, you became my Dom and I was terrified to disappoint you.
I think my bratty tendencies probably flare up in instances where I'm testing my lovers' trustworthiness.
So, if you've read my last two entries (Campfire Chronicles) then you know I'm a little BDSM curious. Okay, maybe a lot...