An extract from some of the potent femdom erotica written by private thoughts:
“I’m afraid it’s over, darling,” you tell me. “You’ve outlived your usefulness, but I wouldn’t dispose of you without saying goodbye.”
You sit with me for a few moments, puffing smoke in my face and stroking my bare skin. On a whim, you dig your perfectly manicured nails into the back of my neck. My groan makes you smile.
“I’m so sorry, pet… I just couldn’t resist one last time. But now I really must be going.”
You rise from the sofa and examine me for a final time. Taking my chin in your hand you tip my head back. You put your lips to mine in a final kiss. As you do so, you exhale the smoke from your cigar into my straining lungs. While our lips are still touching your hand slips from my chin. You twist the knob on the back of the collar and tighten it completely, sealing the smoke within my lungs.
“Sweet dreams, darling,” you whisper in my ear.
You watch me for a moment, smirking as my face turns red. And then I hear the tapping of your heels again, receding this time as you leave me… And then there is the sound of the door closing… And then there is silence.
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