There was a noticeable shift in how he touched her now. There were bites, but she had made clear that she enjoyed that long before. Now he was at least exploring her body, touching and gentling her, as if she was the one needed the whip every now and then. So long as he didn't get ahead of her, he would find her more welcoming than before. She shifted, lifting one of her legs to rest against his hip, letting him press his desire closer.
It was a risk, but she let go of the dagger, letting it fall back against the pillow. Another drift of feathers came at the sudden shift of weight. She would need a new pillow when the night was through.
The question was a simple one, "Teach me where to touch and how to move. Gently." For now, at least. A pony needed to trot before it could gallop.
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Date: 2022-08-26 04:43 pm (UTC)It was a risk, but she let go of the dagger, letting it fall back against the pillow. Another drift of feathers came at the sudden shift of weight. She would need a new pillow when the night was through.
The question was a simple one, "Teach me where to touch and how to move. Gently." For now, at least. A pony needed to trot before it could gallop.