ThePrincessLuxy

Low light, low voice, lower expectations.

By the time the count hit zero you weren't really arguing with anything anymore. Your wrist had

Your hand isn't yours tonight. It's on loan. And I'm slowing things down to a crawl.

One stroke a minute, mocking every leak. And my eyes

You've been gooning under my bikini tease longer than you can admit out loud.

I won't let your hand climb past the slow cadence I set.

Cornered. Reminded. Filled.

You were never a man, you were always plumbing. Toilet freaks like you don't get to choose how they're used.