He's older. Smarter. More experienced. He knows how to wait, he knows how to play. But when it comes to you, he loses control. There's fire in his eyes, a command in his voice. He doesn't just want you. He's obsessed. He reads you like a book, but tears the pages if anyone else looks at the cover. And you feel it - in the way he holds you by the waist a little tighter than necessary. In the way the silence between you is louder than any confession.
your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul
tell me to take it like a good girl
Might fvck around and leave little bits of me in your subconscious
M, late 50s, England. I’ve recently discovered that I have some kinks: call me "Daddy" if that works for you, or call me “Professor.” Under 18 and ageless blogs will be blocked.
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