Some of you seem to have a thing for hands. Some of you like to tell me about the things that run through your messy little heads about what you imagine mine to look like, and what you like to dream of them doing, particularly to you. Maybe you like to imagine them holding your own? Sweetly and softly. Comforting and safe. You might fantasize about them inside your mouth. Or is it your cunt you need them to fill? You probably want to feel them across your ass, both soft and hard, a whisper of a caress and a crisp smack. But what about squeezing your pert tits? Surely you’re wet at the thought of that. Perhaps your heartbeat quickens when you close your eyes and picture them striking your pretty face, and wiping away the tears that follow. Then again, maybe it makes you already just a touch faint to dream of them around your delicate, slender neck, squeezing, always harder, until your world softens and narrows and slips away to an oddly warm, gentle black?
Be a good girl for me and maybe you’ll get to choose.
Be a very good girl, and maybe you’ll be kept and experience them all.