She missed her master’s touch. The thought of his fingers tormenting her
polluted her mind with naughty addiction.
She missed the taste of his skin, the sting of his hand and how, when he
whispered in her ear, it burned between her legs. She had moved on washing him from her life
but only because it wasn't permitted.
Now she sat waiting for him.
Hoping she could have one more taste before it would all just become a
memory never to be shared with others, a secret that would fire her heart for
the next part of forever.
Photo Title: July
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Toschs
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