Placing my hands on either side of your head I draw you to me in a long, lingering, passionate kiss. As you return the romance and passion, I kneed your scalp with my fingertips and gently caress your temples with my thumbs. You moan and sink into the moment, your heart racing, breath catching in your throat. The glow in the pit of your stomach and between your legs turns into an insistent throbbing; craving more.
Breaking the kiss I hold my nose against yours and our eyes meet. Yours are on fire and nearly pleading.
"Please Sir," you stare deeply into my eyes desperately searching for acquiescence, "please make love to me."
"I do so love you my pet," I reply gazing back at the depth in your eyes. "But you asked for me to take you like an animal only moments ago and now you want to make love. I do believe that you are confused and conflicted my little one. And I think I know just the way to bring a resolution to your indecision," a leer sliding across my mouth. "I am not going to make love or take you at all. You are."
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