Behind The Mundane Scenes:

Explicated expletives etched on echoing pages. Even as they are vocalized in moments of pain, love, and shame. I'm sure you know, sexual minds can't be tamed. Even with whip, gags, and chains. When two tattered threads entwine, Like a binding contract that we sign within our minds. Hemp and oil, Wax from candles and some voile. Pearls of petals, seductive devil. Masks of latex and whips of leather. Chains and clamps, Wartenberg wheels and taser zaps. Make her wetter than the rainy weather, Using gentle slaps upon her ass. And though she cries, she begs for more. A gentle lick behind the ear, as I hear "fuck me harder Master" whispered clear. Within gentle control, a hand around her throat. Choking till breathing rough, then release my touch. Teased by toys, vibrators and plugs. I left one in, let's go out for lunch. Oh one final note, I still hold the remote. One vibrator, two people. Public diner, secret waiver. ~Zyhrenẞøng~