I crave communication like I crave a spank on my ass.
The deep seated need to have the firm imprint on my flesh, heating my skin and marking me mind and soul, reminding me that I'm revered, cherished and loved.
The words whispered to me while the flurry of blows change the hue of my soft white flesh to shades of pink and red too.
The whisper of skin to skin will be strong and intense, just like the waves of adrenaline that surge through me at the sound of your voice. The look in your eyes when you visually devour me will have me dripping with want and need to please, between my kneeling, sitting and desperately not wiggling. And the sweet sweet delight of the mental high when you tell me that I'm yours in that sensual growl because I'm the best girl, it will make me melt even more because I'm finally safe in your arms, in your heart and in your mind...
Sadly this is still just a dream but oh what a wonderous one to hold on to🐾🤗❤️