dorei

I keep revisiting the intensity of his stare. What is it about a dominant man's eyes that can capture you so completely, helplessly? I am at once drawn to those eyes and yet compelled to look down, look away.

Tear through my soul the way you tear off my clothes. Rip into my defenses as you rip off the buttons on my blouse.

Whisper in my ear in that low graveled voice about how you're going to hurt me, and how much you're going to enjoy it. Capture me once again with that stare of yours. And then ... begin.