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First published July 4, 2017
Huh. This was a complete and utter fail.
Too much drama, too little passion and romance. And the manner in which Nadia became enmeshed in the game was convoluted and unbelievable.
Full review to come.
"I’m the top, you’re the bottom. You exist to please me. And when you please me, I please you.”
I decide to enjoy it. Everything. Every man. Every mouth. Every finger inside me. Every tongue on my skin. I take every bit of it and picture Bric’s face as I give in.
Jordan’s dick is sliding past mine as we fuck her, finding our own rhythms until his becomes mine, and we are in sync. I pull out as he pushes in. He pulls out as I push in. Perfection.
I have one hundered percent control over myself at all times. This is why I love ballet. It's an endless stream of self-control, self-abuse and self-assessment
I play this game with Jordan because I'm practicing. I'm learning how to be more dominant from an unequal starting point. I'm teacing myself to think outside the box when it comes to controlling men.
“This is about me for once. It’s my turn, I realize. It’s my turn to take, and take, and take until I use her up and spit her out.”
“I do it because the payoff is all that matters. The expression on his face when I disappoint him is almost as delicious as the expression when I surprise him.”
“I fuck her. I fuck her until I come inside her pussy and then pull back to watch the creamy evidence of my arousal leak out from between her lips.”
“We’re all gonna get hurt, that’s not a secret? You said that, Nadia. You came into this game to hurt us. And now you’re what? Mad because we’re gonna hurt you back?”
I chuckle at my reflection in the mirror and stop.
Am I happy?
Hmm. I have to think about that for a moment.
……
I’m mostly quite …… satisfied.