Bdsm Dom tales

a dom dream

His hands felt like heaven against her skin. The subtle shocks of his hands gliding along her hips sent straight to her brain. She shudders at every movement of his fingertips. He feels a simple yet primal pleasure as his quiet girl gives in to his touch as he holds her. The spark of passion and love floods the air around the two. Her soft rose colored lips parted ever so slightly with a light but noticable gasp as he pulls her closer. His loving embrace feels like safety and home for her. She knows she is loved and cared for over all others in his eyes. The man peppers her with soft kisses on her head as she melts in his grasp. The two share a glance at each other. In that solitary moment time stops. The world around them slows to a crawl. Nothing else matters now except the person in front of them. As the gaze lingers they start to lean closer. Not for a kiss but just a little bit more contact. They hold this pose for a time as if they were statues being watched by the world. Then as if the pressure and tension grew too much a kiss brings them into the heat of passion. His hands hold her tighter as if to not let her get away. Her arms claw at his back in a sign of desperation for him. Their lips break as his trail down her neck, leaving kisses and nibbles in it's path. Her gasps of surprise turn to moans as she pulls him closer. Wanting nothing more than to keep him all to herself.