Diary of Miri666
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When breathing stops
It's this one look. A single, dominant glance from him that's enough to make my knees weak. I love this feeling of being completely at his mercy. When he orders me not to move while his hands slowly glide over my skin. The air in the room instantly becomes heavier. My breath catches as my heartbeat skyrockets. I feel how much he enjoys being in control – and I enjoy giving it to him unconditionally even more…
My skin still burns at the spots where he touched me earlier. This sweet, dark promise in his eyes when he tightens the cuffs. A soft click, a cold sensation on the wrist – and suddenly there's no turning back. Every lash of his f****rtips, every gentle cruelty drives me closer to the edge. He knows exactly how far he can go. And he knows I'll beg him not to stop...
Who packs me properly?
Some days I'm simply switched out. I wake up with this damnable tingling and can't clear my head. I don't want to be good, I don't want to wait. I want someone to grab me, pull down my stockings, and show me who's in charge. My fantasies are getting wilder by the day – and honestly, I love every single detail about it…
This tingling is driving me crazy. I want someone to take control right out of my hands. Grab my hair firmly, pull my head back, and look deep into my eyes before you claim me completely. No long hesitation, no cautious asking – I want to feel like you need me NOW and here!
Sleepless nights & dirty thoughts 🔥
I'm lying here in the dark bedroom and I just can't sleep. My skin is still burning from the thoughts of today. I imagined foreign, greedy hands slowly slipping under my dress and touching me exactly where I need it most. I couldn't help but push my f****rs between my legs myself. I was so incredibly wet... Who needs sleep when your own fantasies are so damn dirty? 🔥







