Listening to the bedtime stories of your girlhood didn’t compare with hearing my stories of our future. You fell in love with my voice, my plan, as surely as you did with the princes in your fairy tales. Now that you’re the one who’s rescued and ravaged and claimed, the stories are real. You are the princess. You’ll listen forever.
Oh, yes …!
a simple image relaying a simple message.
the world would be a better place if men and females embraced their true place in the order of things and took responsibility for being the best they can be within their roles
This may be one of the most perfect punishments. The tedious humiliation of having to write lines while also being stimulated to the point where you can barely focus your eyes, much less your hand or mind.
Of course, I would be finger fucking her right now. Slowly, at first, but gradually increasing my speed, watching her beautiful handwriting quickly turn to scribbles.
And then forcing her to rip that page out and start all over again…