i love that my face still smells like your cock.

I love that my clit is tender from your vigorous rubbing.

i love that i kept you hard for the whole 30 minutes without making you cum.

i love that you fucked me from behind until you finally did cum, right inside me.

i love being your slave.

i love that my energy was renewed, and not from the extra coffee you allowed me this morning.

i love that you made me wear the leather collar out in public at midday.

i love that my post didn’t deter you.

i love that leather paddle.

i love that you took care to clean me well before and after with alcohol so i wouldn’t get an infection from the needles.

did i mention i love the fact that i can still smell your cock on my face? i really love that.

i love that the traffic was so light today.

i love having my wrists restrained behind my head.

i love that you can read my face so well even when i don’t know what i’m feeling.

i love when you let me warm up under the covers with you.

i love serving you.

i love gazing deep into your eyes.

i love that you weren’t on a conference call.

i love that you give me multiple orgasms.

i love that serving you soaks my pussy.

i love trying to deny that i’m a masochist and seeing your mouth curl into a smile upon hearing me say it.

i love the taste of my juices sucked off of your fingers one by one.

i love your cock in my mouth.

i love your hands anywhere on my body.

i love the ice in my ass.

i love posing for your camera, even when i’ve been crying.

i love when you get me naked.

i love a fistful of my hair in your hand being pulled around the room and put where you want me.

i love your possessive kisses.

i love your tenderness after you hurt me.

i love sleeping tucked in beside your warm naked body.

i love being your property.

i love when you tell me what to do.

i love your control……. of me………and of yourself.

i love when you order for me.

i love that you know what’s important.

i love that your whisper close to my ear takes my breath away.

i love where that whisper takes me. i wish i could stay there.

i love it when i can’t look you in the eye and you know why i can’t.

i love it when you hold my chin up and make me look anyway.

i love being mushy.

i love you.