WARNING: This story was contains graphic sexual content.
I watch her hands intently. The way she holds the pen says much to a man like me. As her fingers deftly maneuver across the white expanse of pulverized pulp, my body responds…thick and ready. I envy that sheet of paper that holds her attention.
For I know her dexterity, her mastery with words—having given my flesh as canvas. An indelible ‘X’ marks the spot of my submission, where lines blur between sex and humiliation, and the rudimentary truth hidden on my tremulous inner-thighs—for only her eyes to see—the black, handwritten words that read: ‘My sissy-slut’.
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