Love it is my hand on her throat,
Her panting as I do.

Love is the unseen marks on her rear,
Accompanied by her proud smile.

Love is the arch in her back as she strains against the cuffs,
Aching for release.

Love is your hiss of leather,
as the cat-o-nine-tails playfully bites flesh.

Love is my tongue inside of her leg,
She screams in pleasure.

Love is a blindfold,
And her not knowing where the next touch will land.

Love is straps and buckles,
Things that vibrate.

Love is total trust.
In any situation.
Love is not pain,
Nor will it ever be.
Because I am in control.

fkn s'n'm ****

sounds little kinky.....

not s&m that would require pain, that's just not sexy to me.

Almost Moving......