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Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content.

I had at all times known that I was a dominant person. I loved to take charge and control everything around me. But meeting her changed everything.

She was petite and gentle, with luscious curves that made me ache to be inside her. But she had a fiery passion that burned within her, a desire to let go and give control to someone else.

We had talked for weeks before finally deciding to meet in person. And the moment our eyes met, we both knew that we were meant to be together.

We started off slowly, with light touches and soft whispers. But soon enough, the passion between us ignited into a blazing inferno.

It was then that I revealed my true desires, my need to dominate and control her every move. And to my surprise, she eagerly surrendered herself to me, begging me to take whatever I wanted from her.

I blindfolded her and tied her hands to the bedpost, relishing in the power I had over her. Her raspy moans filled the air as I took control of her body, owning every inch of her with every thrust.

She was mine, and I was hers. And in that moment, we were both consumed by the raw, intense pleasure of our kinky desires unleashed.
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