Heart

Fantasy Confession

Added 2025-03-18 04:12:01 +0000 UTC

She’s timid when she tells me, whispers with red wine on her breath, “I want lots of hands on me.” I smile a little, so predictable.

It’s always the ones who hold it all together in their regular life who want to be overwhelmed and overtaken. It’s a byproduct of the burden of being in charge, being the one everyone looks to for direction, for answers.

“I want to be held down, toyed with… lost in the moment you know?” Of course I know. The sensory overload of fingers in your hair and nails across your skin, pinching and pulling and grabbing, so many hands that you lose track. So many feelings at once you forget who you are, carried away on a wave of sensations.

“Got it, hold you down and force you to cum in a room full of strangers,” I knew my dismissive tone would make her blush. I lean in a little closer, an eyebrow slightly raised in amusement, “any other requests, lamb?”

“Will you hold my hand?”