"— Ты любишь меня? — с надеждой спросила Сванхвит
— Он не любит тебя — раздался мелодичный голос в спальне — не может. Не может любить никого кроме меня. На его сердце волшебный замок, а ключ — у меня."

/Жестокие игры богов

"Я люблю морского бога. Он нежный и заботится обо мне и никогда не причиняет боли. Он всегда разговаривает со мной о том, чего я хочу или не хочу. И даже если любовь между богом и Жрицей невозможна, я останусь с ним. До конца. Пока не придет другая Жрица и не заменит меня ему."

/Жестокие игры богов

‘Come on. We can’t leave until we get a bowl.’
We could leave then? Fine. I snatched the nearest non-diamante, reasonably priced bowl I could find, a simple white china thing, and thrust it into his hands.
‘Also a collar and lead.’
What. A. Cock.
/S. Morgan

'He stroked himself while I watched. I’d seen him do this before, but whereas normally it felt acceptable to help him along, this time I knew I could only watch. It was an erotic kind of torture, especially as he began to move faster, getting ever closer to coming.
Finally he groaned and aimed his cock down. For a split second I thought he was aiming for another part of my body or outfit, but instead he came on the wooden floor.
He told me later that the look on my face at that moment was a picture of confusion and annoyance. I can’t imagine it got any better when he spoke to me – I literally had to restrain the urge to push him over.
‘This is why, when I say clean the room, everything has to be clean. Now lick it up.’
/Sophie Morgan

"Then he grabbed my ankles with his hands, holding my legs upright and spread, and placed the tip of his cock against my arse. I’d had anal sex before but I’d always been bent over. Now I was looking into his eyes as he slowly inched his cock inside me."

/sophie morgan
/16.05.15.

"As he asked more questions and I stumbled a little answering them, I realised he was revelling in my embarrassment and awkwardness, enjoying the little humiliations of discussing this, knowing how wet it was making me. Adam’s different style of dominance was taking a little getting used to, and seemed to put me on the back foot even more than my previous experiences."

/Sophie Morgan " No ordinary love story"

Dažkārt, masturbējot, man patīk iedomāties kā mani mīļākie drāžas viens ar otru.

Sapnī rakstiju Viņam vēstuli. Visu to, ko jau sen vajadzēja un gribējās pasacīt. Skaistu.
Ja zinātu adresi uzrakstītu. Varbūt.

"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?"
/Dido

Kaut kādi pilnīgi psihi sapņi nāk pēdējā laikā.
Pagājušo nakt piemēram- 3some ar K un e. Kamēr es izģērbu e, kuram bija totāli netīras apakšbikses, tikmēr K man uz pēcpuses no katliņa lēja siltu cepamo eļļu!!! Un tad mani pirksti K pēcpusē. Un pēkšņi tur tā viņa sandra vai kā viņu tur un mēs skūpstamies ( pilnīgs šizo), es pat visperversākajā fantāzijās nekad neesmu gribējusi viņu.
Un tad vēl I ar savu "palīdzi man lūdzu attaisīt bikšu rāvējslēdzi" un jumtu raujošu kniebienu uz mašīnas pakaļējā sēdekļa.
Brrrr...

Nāve atnāk starp klusuma skaņām kā kurpe, kurā nav ieauta kāja, kā uzvalks, kurā trūkst nēsātāja.

Я строю мысленно мосты,
Их измерения просты,
Я строю их из пустоты,
Чтобы идти туда, где Ты.

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