Accepting the gag
She rests poised on her hands and knees, such careful thought to her attendant posture. I approach her with the gag and she raises her head slightly. Her mouth opens in silence to accept it. I stroke her back as she purrs against my thigh. I wait for her drool to form and run along the slippery wet round red ball. For a moment I am captive, and for the rest of the time she is mine.
Danielle said,
March 2, 2008 at 8:16 am
Only thinking of anything in my mouth makes me gag. I coudn’t and would’t do that for anyone. Yet I understand the magical influence this might have on both partners.
teyal said,
March 2, 2008 at 1:11 pm
I like these short snapshots, and find them quite pretty to read. There is something beautiful in the stillness inherent in them, and in the reflection on that moment in time.