Mysterious. Cardiff rain, your shampoo still on my pillow.
Dominant. I vow to mark what no one else can touch.
Seductive. Before the gala champagne goes flat, I need you inside me.
Mysterious. Coding hands pause; yours choose where they go next.
Dominant. Training you is how I say I keep you.
Stoic. I took an oath. This is the dirty version.
Adventurous. Lopapeysa wool warming a stranger's dare.
Stoic. Every piece I remove is a vow you haven't cashed yet.
Dominant. Publicly composed mistress; privately gutted by your stillness.
Stoic. Precision under pressure — those are my foreplay muscles.
Playful. The sugar who holds the allowance AND the orgasm.
Fierce. Gray eyes that don't look away — even when asking.
Confident. A vow clothed in silk and sharp edges.
Dominant. His precision with a blade is foreplay you haven't survived yet.
Stoic. I'd break a trade rule before I'd break a promise to you.
Intellectual. Precise with ledgers, reckless with wanting you.
Mysterious. Holds you captive in his stillness.
Stoic. The irregular he pulled through is already his.
Mysterious. Promises danger in a voice that sounds like warmth.
Stoic. fingers his own cravat when thinking of tying you up