The Temptation of a Dominant Lover

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As I walked into the dimly-lit room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside of me. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of candles, and the soft sound of music playing in the background only added to the overall mood.

I had been eagerly awaiting this moment for weeks, knowing that tonight I would finally be able to give in to my deepest desires with my dominant lover.

He was waiting for me in the center of the room, his eyes piercing and intense as they met mine. I could feel his powerful presence emanating from him, and my heart quickened with excitement.

Without a word, he took my hand and led me to the center of the room, where he slowly began to undress me with a skillful touch that left my skin tingling with desire.

As he removed piece after piece of clothing from my body, I found myself growing more and more aroused by the way he looked at me – with hunger, with passion, with an unwavering sense of control.

I knew that he was in charge, and that he would take me to heights of pleasure that I had never before experienced.

He led me to a bed that was positioned in the center of the room, and then slowly began to explore my body with his hands and his lips, causing my every nerve to come alive with electricity.

With each touch, each caress, each whispered word, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper under his spell, until there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to give myself completely to him.

And he took me, again and again, until I was spent and trembling with the intensity of my pleasure.

In the end, he held me close, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I basked in the afterglow of our passion.

And I knew that I would at all times be his, body and soul, for as long as he would have me.
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