In a lust filled moment she agreed to the Rules.
While his hand slid over her body, down her hips, under her clothes, in between her legs, the Rules did not change. As his fingers slipped in between her lips, teasing her, stroking her and finally releasing her, The Rules were still there.
As she kissed his neck, over his shoulder, down his chest, reaching for his belt she could feel his smile in the dark. His hand laid over hers, reminding her of the Rules.
Oh how I love a man in charge.
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You just imagine him in charge. I know who is in charge.
ReplyDeleteWhere can I find these "Rules of Engagement? "
ReplyDeleteI assume you both signed at the bottom as well? Good girl.
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Good girl! ;)
ReplyDeleteHigh five!! I love a man in charge as well!
ReplyDeleteI love rules. I want rules too! hmmm Gotta figure out how to get more rules.
ReplyDeleteI'm not normally one to play by the rules, but these sound particularly interesting, and I have to admit that I'm more than a little impressed by his willpower.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a great evening.
One thing better than rules are when the one who makes them breaks them. In a good way ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love a man who enforces the rules...then I love throwing them out the window.
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
I love rules. I love being reminded of them. I love having them in place. And I love the thrill I get from obeying them.
ReplyDeleteRules are important to me. As you read my posts, especially Opiate you are going to start to see why my rules exist. They are nothing to do with control...
ReplyDeleteAlthough, control can be fun here and there.
Very short and sweet, and its packed with juiciness :) your good at writing :D
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm!!
ReplyDeleteOh yes!
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