I'm 19 years old, and my skin is so pale that sometimes I feel like you could write words on it. My light blonde hair falls over my shoulders as if it has a life of its own—messy, free... just like me. I easily get lost in books; the smell of paper and the power of a good story give me goosebumps. Music is another of my passions: I let it envelop me, touch me deep inside, make me close my eyes and forget about the world.
It drives me crazy to feel like I'm losing control. that your hands dominate me with strength, but always with care. Whip me hard until my skin is hot and marked, but then caress me as if I were your treasure. It excites me that you demand submission
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f you're that men who thinks 'being dominant' is treating me like a rag. next. Even the most intense games are based on mutual admiration.
