On those nights when I just don’t know what to write, thank God for OneWord.com. Tonight’s word: trap. And yeah, there’s a story here, too.
She was trapped. Bound, gagged, spread, waiting for his touch. Her body quivered in anticipation. She knew that his touch would bring pleasure and pain. She craved both. Her mind became still and calm the longer she waited. Her confidence in his ability to give her what she needed grew with each passing moment.
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