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My mark on your flesh
My mark on your flesh
Hidden in a secret place, a place only known by you and I, on your breast, or shaven mound, perhaps your inner thigh
The mark you feel throughout the day, the ache from my loving bruise, as proof of my ownership, to show you are the one I choose
Teeth marks on the softest skin, I've left the perfect bite, a reminder of all we shared, during our sexual play last night
You also left your mark, there's claw marks on my back, carved in as I was fucking you, when you were pinned down in the sack
In the heat of battle my dominance must always win, I'd grip you gently by the throat, so you will spread and let me in
My hungry mouth runs over you, to find the perfect place, I lay my mark down early, I see submission on your face
The mark not only says I own you, more importantly it says that we are one, bonded by our mutual respect, a trust that's earned and won
So when you go about your day, you will feel some loving tender aches, the pain left by ownership, a pain only your master makes
Ron
Hidden in a secret place, a place only known by you and I, on your breast, or shaven mound, perhaps your inner thigh
The mark you feel throughout the day, the ache from my loving bruise, as proof of my ownership, to show you are the one I choose
Teeth marks on the softest skin, I've left the perfect bite, a reminder of all we shared, during our sexual play last night
You also left your mark, there's claw marks on my back, carved in as I was fucking you, when you were pinned down in the sack
In the heat of battle my dominance must always win, I'd grip you gently by the throat, so you will spread and let me in
My hungry mouth runs over you, to find the perfect place, I lay my mark down early, I see submission on your face
The mark not only says I own you, more importantly it says that we are one, bonded by our mutual respect, a trust that's earned and won
So when you go about your day, you will feel some loving tender aches, the pain left by ownership, a pain only your master makes
Ron
Published 6th Jun 2021
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The Brand, the mark, the love
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6th Jun 2021 3:12pm
i LOVE THIS. lIKE WEARING SEXY UNDERWEAR THAT NO ONE CAN SEE BUT U FEEL SEXY AND WILD INSIDE.
6th Jun 2021 3:15pm
I'm glad you liked it, yes there's a sort of sexy secret in a private mark shared between a couple. It doesn't have to real, a simple initial or symbol drawn on the skin as a belonging mark. Would carry the same effect
Love and light
Ron x
Love and light
Ron x
6th Jun 2021 7:44pm
Oh, the pleasure of marks and more marks, such an UP creator. Peace and hugs, oral
6th Jun 2021 7:57pm
