My Domineering Lover Made No Apologies For

Why Can Men Be Boys All Of Their Lives, But We Women Must Grow Old While We Are Yet Young?

As He Stared Back, He Altered...as If A Shield Slid Away Fro His Eyes, Revealing A Scorching Force Of Will That Sucked The Air From My Lungs. The Intense Magnetism He Exuded Grew In Strength, Becoming A Near Tangible Impression Of Vibrant And Unrelenting Power.

The Thing About Nightmares Was That You Couldn't Prepare For Them. They Sneaked Up On You When You Were Most Vulnerable.

Sometimes I Wanted To Believe Something So Badly, I Deliberately Manufactured Excuses And Ignored Painful Reality.

Your Craving Should Be For Me, Angel, Not An Orgasm. For My Body, My Hands. Eventually, You Won't Be Able To Come Without My Skin Touching Yours.