“Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy…” ~
And I say pull my hair the right way, I’ll be begging for more.
John Brownstone’s hands can do so much. He uses them to make things, to cook, to take care of everyone he loves, to comfort, to fuck, to love. And when he grips my hair tight, pulling, forcing me to bend in new ways, I consider it an act of love.