I Deeply Believe In Female Submission As A Gift
He was having a difficult time thinking of a word to describe how he felt. For the past several hours he had been honored with the gift of submission by a beautiful woman. Those hours had felt like minutes as they experienced the highest of highs together. Now as he sat in the corner of the room watching her rest peacefully he was conflicted.
Part of him selfishly wanted to wake her and have her do his bidding one last time before they had to go their separate ways while another part was content to watch and take in her beautiful form in the last hours before daylight. The gentle movement of her breast as she breathed put him in a bit of a trance. The way the sheet covered her hips but left her leg exposed beckoned his lips to taste her soft skin once more.
The memories of last night danced in his head as he stared at the way he lips pouted slightly in her slumber. Her hair lay soft and innocent on the pillow, a sharp contrast to the way it had been used earlier in the evening. Just as he stood to go to her once more, the first beams of sunlight broke through the crack in the curtains indicating playtime was over. With a hint of sadness for the time being over, he slowly dressed and slipped unnoticed out the door.
Part of him selfishly wanted to wake her and have her do his bidding one last time before they had to go their separate ways while another part was content to watch and take in her beautiful form in the last hours before daylight. The gentle movement of her breast as she breathed put him in a bit of a trance. The way the sheet covered her hips but left her leg exposed beckoned his lips to taste her soft skin once more.
The memories of last night danced in his head as he stared at the way he lips pouted slightly in her slumber. Her hair lay soft and innocent on the pillow, a sharp contrast to the way it had been used earlier in the evening. Just as he stood to go to her once more, the first beams of sunlight broke through the crack in the curtains indicating playtime was over. With a hint of sadness for the time being over, he slowly dressed and slipped unnoticed out the door.
By:
awhitedot
Age:
36-40
,
Male
