fifty-shades-of-grey

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.

And in this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he's said and what he hasn't said, I don't think I have ever been so happy.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I've never wanted more, until I met you.

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. __his is mine,_ he whispers aggressively. __ll mine. Do you understand?_ He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.__es, yours__bruptly, he moves, doing several things at once: Withdrawing his fingers, leaving me wanting, unzipping his fly, and pushing me down onto the couch so he__ lying on top of me.__ands on your head,_ he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing my legs wider__e don__ have long. This will be quick, and it__ for me, not you. Do you understand?Don__ come, or I will spank you,_ he says through clenched teeth.

You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart - & here are the flowers.